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#just wait until cloning becomes a thing. then i can hug myself
obsessive-ego · 3 years
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Another shape shifting demon is messing with Beej for reasons and they take the form of Y/N and asks "Beetlejuice can I see you in the bedroom?" with the intent of attacking him but when they're back is turned he strikes first, they go down and change back "How'd you know it was me?" Beej smugly states "Do your homework kid, when we're alone Y/N calls me Bee or Lawrence. Ya hack!" Then he murders them and frees a tied up Y/N.
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Here's a little ramble
Beej was off doing his thing, mess with your neighbors in the apartment complex where you lived, while you did 'boring breather things'
You really did appreciate the fact beej would just duck out and gave you the time to actually get stuff done without him being under foot.
As you finish up loading the washing machine, the second you closed the lid your body was pushed firmly against the appliance, a shiver running up your spin, you knew that cold body, guess beej came home early.
"Very funny-"
You give the ghoul a nudge so you can move on with what you were doing
"Hmm?"
You were freed with nothing more then a hum, turning around you see your demon
"You alright?" Something felt off, your stomach turned, but you couldn't place it
The ghoul cups your face, you flinch "such a pretty little thing you are, so warm, so defenseless, so inviting"
What?
In a flash the familiar face of the demon you so cared for melted away into a scaly toothy mess of a monster.
"That bastard spoke so highly of you dear y/n, I had to meet you-" he purred
"What-" you gasped, quickly pulling away
"Shhh, honey-" the ghoul tries reaching for you again, though you grab the closest object and whip it at him, it being a bottle of laundry soap.
"Beetle-"
And hand is quick to cover your mouth "now sweetie we can't have you spoiling the surprise I have for your master can we? Such a naughty pet, is this how you treat a guest?" The ghoul begins to drag you to your bedroom. With a snap of his fingers you were bound and gagged, and tossed roughly into your closet, the ghoul now leaning into the door frame talking down to you.
"You see, your Beetlejuice owes me more cash then he could ever repay me, and when I caught wind he has a pretty little human pet, I thought that's worth more then that bastard's weight in gold" the ghoul sneered, eyeing you up and down. "Of course a demon of HIS power would never let you go without a fight, so I'm going to kill him, simply put, then you, my little pet, will be coming home with me"
This can't be happening, you felt this was all a bad dream, soon you'll hear your alarming and you'll wake and right?
"Since I'm a bit of a showman myself, I'm gracing you with a front row seat to your master's demise" he chuckled "I can't wait to feel how warm your body truly is"
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"HONEY I'M HOME" Beetlejuice's voice rings through your home, you wanted to scream for help, you wanted to warn him, though you were powerless
"Speak of the devil" the ghoul chuckled, his former shifting and molding to match you, an identical replica, he closes the closet door, leaving a Crack open, allowing you the torture to see what they had in store for beej.
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"Welcome home Beetlejuice" they say with a soft smile as the head out of the bedroom and towards the demon,
"Babes.." he was hesitant to greet you, something felt off, normally Beetlejuice would pull you into a bear hug and immediately brag about his day, but something felt weird, you smelt off, your voice was so sugar coated,
"I've been waiting for you to come home, beetlejuice can I see you in the bedroom?" Their voice was soft and inviting, and somewhat sultry as they vanished into the room.
Your stomach drops seeing that monster wearing your face reenter your vision, you couldn't do anything about this, you could only hope. Though that hope was broken when you saw Beetlejuice walking into the room, if you weren't crying before, you were now.
The shape shifter takes the lead waking to your dresser "Beetlejuice can I get your opinion on-" the thought was cut short, Beetlejuice had forced a demon like claw through the impostor's stomach, in a flash the disguise was lost, and the intruders real form was visible.
"How did you know I was a fake?" He croaks
Beetlejuice, now a blazing red "you didn't do your homework did ya? Y/n calls me Bee or Lawrence when we're alone, they don't drop the full B-word very often ya hack!" He snarls before tearing them limb from limb, becoming more and more monstrous as he rips the intruder to shreds.
Beetlejuice stands in the gore of what was once another demon, panting as though he needed to breath, monstrous features slowly hiding back into his humanish form.
Thud
The sound snapped the ghoul to the closet, tearing the door off the hinges as he expected another demon, his firey red colour melts into purple, once he sees you, his y/n tied up with heavy black chains, and a black cloth gagging you, tear stained cheeks.
Beetlejuice leans down to you and with a snap.of his fingers you were freed, the second the chains were gone to lunged for him, sobbing and babbling about how happy you were to see that he was okay. Beej was quick to return your embrace, his rage was fueled by the thought this intruder took you away, but here you were.
"Oh Lawrence" you sob clinging to him "are you okay?"
"I should be asking you that?" He squeezes you as if he was about to lose you. "Did he touch you?" You could feel the venom in his voice, hell, you could see some red creeping back into his form.
"Not really, but he planned to..." you trail off not wanting to think about it.
Beetlejuice snarls at your answer
"I don't want to think about it, I just want this" you sniffle nuzzling into the demon's neck, you felt so safe in his arms, yes beej has groped you and teased the hell out of you, but he cared for you so deeply, and right now, you needed that, you needed to feel safe, the two of you sat there on the floor in each other's arms for hours until beej moved the two of you to the living room while the clones "deal" with the mess on the rug.
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Bonus
Lydia: wait so you saw Beetlejuice kill another demon?!
Y/n: yeah...
Lydia: oh my god, what was he like? It must have been terrifying, you're so lucky
Y/n: I would not call myself lucky
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loth-wolffe · 3 years
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Hello hello! Congratulations on your milestone!! So happy for you!!
I really like your blog and your writing! I LOVE how you write soft crosshair.
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I wanted to know if I could request a fic with the one and only Captain Rex?
With number 9 and 39 from the lyrics prompt list, pretty please?
Something along the lines of them not having seen each other in a while, cuz you know, the clone wars.
they are kinda nervous, afraid the other doesn't feel the same way anymore :'(
BUT THEY DO LOVE EACH OTHER SO SO SO MUCH IT HURTS AND IT'S LIKE REUNION, HAPPY TEARS, LONG AWAITED KISSES AND HUGS.
I JUST- WHAT THE HELL I- THANK YOU SO MUCH??? youre so kind! *sends a kiss to a planet Earth image* for u, wherever u are. anyways this ask is FANTASTIC OMG. thank you so so so so much for requesting this.
also added my sweet @intergalactic-padawan request that was prompt 43 bc I realized I was writing pretty much the same thing so yeah.
hope you guys like it!
It's been a long, long time.
Pairings: Captain Rex x reader (no y/n)
Prompts: 9. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do. - Like real people do by Hozier, 39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean and 43. Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time. - It's been a long, long time by Harry James
Warnings: a bit sad I think? reader feels very anxious bc they don't know if rex loves them still. but it's fluff I swear. like, very very very fluffy.
Word count: 1,1k bc I can't control myself and make actual drabbles.
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He had been away for too long. You had begun to forget his touch, the sweet taste of his lips, the goosebumps his fingers left on your skin, the warmth of his caress. Days blurred together with the only constant thing being how much you missed him, heart longing, aching quietly, mourning for the emptiness it feels, tired, desperate, for the day Rex comes back to fill it again.
There were nights where you fell asleep with tears running down your cheeks, afraid you might never see him, trying to forget the dull ache your heart felt with every beat it gave, breaking just a little bit for him, swelling with love for a man you barely saw.
You hated him sometimes, just to justify the torrent of emotions that slowly consumed you with every day that passed, a filthy lie you told yourself to push away the pain, the tears that gathered in your eyes, how the memory of him fogged your mind and couldn't, wouldn't, let you rest. You hated how much you loved him, and in the anger of it you wished he felt the same, but then again you didn't, because maybe the ghost of you distracted him enough to make him sloppy, careless, maybe your ghost stopped him from coming back to you, took his hand and dragged him away.
It became a habit, to wake up in an empty bed, make your own caf, and wait for the day to end. The empty spot he left always following you around, and you learned to dance around it, never touching it, never moving it, but letting it be, becoming one with you because you'd rather have that than nothing at all.
It was all routine, one that slowly stuck to your nature, with him becoming a presence you that scarred you, probably, for life.
Quick texts and short conversations was all you got from Rex, unable to give you more, and for you to ask for more, leaving you both in a limbo, not knowing where you stood anymore.
Which led you to this moment, nervousness bubbling in your chest like some sort of venom, thick and foul, spreading through your body fast and corrosive.
His shuttle had just arrived, and between the many troopers you were looking for his distinctive uniform, the pauldron standing tall and the Jaig eyes making the search easier.
You feel sick at the mere thought of having him in front of you.
Does he looks the same? Same hair, a new scar maybe? Will he still like how you laugh, or call his name? Does he kiss, touch, feel the same? Do you?
Does he love you still?
It's been too long, too long.
You fidget with your shirt and your eyes sometimes find the floor, flickering through the different buckets, a couple of Jedi pass by, some pilots, a few droids. No one is your man.
Anxiety starts to make you feel dizzy, sound begins to feel too distant, and has your heart always been beating this quick? You can't breath properly.
Where is Rex? Is he–
Tears fill your eyes as a sigh leaves you, relief washing over you as find him, uniform a bit dirtier than the last time you saw it, blasters at both his sides and the kamas move matching the confidence he carries himself with as he comes to meet you. You can't see his face and the fact stirs something unpleasant in you, self doubt slowly poking it's ugly head.
Are you still beautiful in his eyes?
You always hated the way his helmet shields him from you, not letting you know what he's feeling, is he disgusted, happy, sad? Is he as nervous as you are? You can never tell.
Your head falls slightly once he's in front of you, and you're glad he can't hear the frenetic beat of your heart.
He calls your name with a formality that surprises you, you look everywhere but him, searching new scratches in his armour, finding a few stains that weren't there before.
He doesn't make any sign that he might want to hug you or touch you, and neither do you, standing at a safe distance that it might look like you're just co-workers or less.
Your hand itches to feel him.
"Rex." You let out, trying to find his eyes behind the bucket, he looks stiff, frozen, like something weights on him heavy and awkward.
Your mind wanders to the worst of places.
He lifts his bucket and tucks it under his arm, shy eyes search for something in yours, and yours searching for anything that might be different from the last time you got to see his pretty face.
No new scars –not visible at least–, same short blond hair, same irises that remind you of the sun and that matches it's warmth. He looks just the same, yet you don't know if his feelings stayed.
Maybe... maybe he met someone else, what if he–?
"Hi." He says in a breath, as if he had been holding it for far too long, and is enough for your tears to cascade down your cheeks as a smile breaks through your face.
"Hi yourself, trooper."
Rex wraps your body in his arms, pulling you flush against him, face hiding in your neck as he breathes you in. He almost cries, right then and there, you smell just like he remembered, like something sweet, something like home.
It's comforting, really, to know nothing has changed between you two in a galaxy that always seems to be.
And just like that, you know you're fine.
You whisper his name, and when he looks up he wastes no time in pressing your lips together, a tender little touch that is just a taste of what's to come, of what words can't express, and you find yourself holding him tighter, afraid he might be an illusion, a dream, a distant memory you thought forgotten. But it's still there. He is here. Kissing you like real people do, not a vision, not a wish nor a dream.
It is him in your arms, and you in his.
"I love you," Rex blurts when you pull away for air, in a whisper, as if he didn't want anyone but you to hear, scared of rejection but even more scared of you never knowing. His lips brush with yours, uncertain, timid, foreheads touching.
You feel like dreaming, like you're walking over the clouds, floating away in a perpetual state of pure love, heart feeling so full you might think it's about to explode.
"Kiss me." You plead and he delivers, pushing you to the closest supply box, inhaling sharply when your nails softly scratch the skin at the nape. It's filled with a longing that had been caged for too long, and it's messy, teeth clashing and noses bumping, tongues re-exporing and you don't think you have felt this good in a long time.
Before he can pull away properly, you connect your lips again, and again, and again, until they are swollen and you're panting for air.
It's been too long, and you have missed him so much, and you don't know how to tell him, how to let him know all and every emotion that has tormented you since you met him, so you try to summarize it in four simple, but powerful words.
"I love you too."
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Fives - Anchor
Pairing: Fives x reader
Word Count: 1450 words
CW/ TW: Angst; mourning/loss, death, letter, anniversary, pain, brooding, it’s very heavy and sensitive so please proceed with caution and let me know if I didn’t TW something you deemed necessary; also a bit more hopeful/ light toward the end because my heart couldn’t handle that much sadness tonight
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Notes: I guess I missed him a lot tonight… Sorry for the pain
Some elements included in this fic are inspired from chats I had with @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s ; thank you little moon for being an inspiration to me 🌙
Iridescent - Linkin Park
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0000.
Happy anniversary Fives.
Though I don’t see how it could be happy, when you’re everywhere but here. I never grew used to your absence, I never could; not when you’re haunting my every move, haunting this place and this world, finding your way back to me through faint memories and thousand of faces walking up to my office every day, asking me about my day and if I feel well.
I have to look at the ghost of you, every single time, and lie.
“I’m fine. What can I do for you?”
And I hear your voice again, and again. It tells me about the pain running through your back, the nightmares hitting harder than usual, and the fear eating you alive every time you get out of your hard, cold bed.
But it’s not you. It never is. I never could be.
I stopped buying your shampoo. I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the bottle we had in the shower. It’s still there, hidden somewhere in the bathroom, waiting to be emptied and thrown away carelessly, in such a mundane way one could so easily forget about it. But I can’t throw it away; it’s not mundane anymore.
I hid the jewels too, except for the bracelet. I hate to wear it, but I hate even more to put it away. I just feel…I feel naked when I don’t have it, and empty when I do. I can’t help but see you – feel you – through the shades of blue and black. What was once the purest blessing turned into the worst curse, and I can’t break it. I almost did – breaking the bracelet. I almost did.
I could if I really wanted to; but then I would lose you again, and I just…
I gave your aprons to the boys. I couldn’t stand to see them, neatly hanging in the kitchen. They were silly anyway, and I had no use for them. I’m a doctor after all, not a cook.
I published my thesis on the clones’ rights, and it is being presented to the Senate by Senator Amidala as we speak. I told her I wouldn’t be able to be there for her discourse, and she simply hugged me. I wish she hadn’t.
0527.
It’s been a year, yet it feels like yesterday. Everyone moved on; everyone but me, and I can’t help but be mad. I am mad that they forgot so easily about you, that they brushed you off as “another collateral damage”, another…clone. It’s the way they say it when they try to comfort me.
You were more than a clone. More than a soldier, and more than a man.
You were Fives.
You were my anchor, and I was your ocean.
I miss the way you said it. Coming home to me, tired, features drained and eyes darkened by the horrors of your latest campaign; but always soft and caring through the hoarseness of your voice as you whispered it against my skin. You always found a way to be there for me; for everyone, even when you were losing yourself in your own prison.
I am mad at you because of that. Because you couldn’t stand back for once, be egoistic and think of yourself instead of trying to play the hero in the dark. They killed you because you didn’t wait, not even when I asked you – begged you to. I am so angry because I called you an idiot, and all you could answer me was “I love you too, my ocean. My anchor.”
You didn’t even let me say it back.
1134.
I am mad at myself. You trusted me enough to tell me everything, and you knew I would believe you. And when you tried to do something about it, I called you an idiot. I wasn’t even there with you; I should have been there with you. I could have saved you.
Fives…
I remember the first time you came home. At the time, it was still “my place”, but the moment you stepped in it stopped being mine only. I always told you to come by if you needed; and the one time you did, we ended up laughing so hard the neighbour had to knock at the door. But it felt good. I guess that day I gave you a part of myself, and you carried it with you ever since. I suppose it died with you, too.
I know I shouldn’t be so broody; I can almost hear you, your chuckles filling the room, your hands pressing down my shoulders as you tell me “it’s a celebration, smile for me!”; and the smell of that shampoo tickling my nose as you come close to lay a kiss on my cheek…
But now the only thing I can feel are the tears, and that twisting ache in my chest, burning my skin and ripping my lungs apart. I can’t even breathe correctly anymore, I…
1745.
I’m sorry I had you waiting.
I fell asleep on the table, and woke up because of the cold. It’s always cold in here now. I borrowed one of your old sweatshirt - I hope you don’t mind. I kept them. I almost gave them to the boys, along with the aprons; but then I thought they could always come in handy.
They do. When days like today happens; days where I feel too lonely, where I miss you too much and it just feels too cold, I slip into one and hold it so close to me it almost feels like you’re here. My arms become yours, your faint perfume comes back to me fresh and soft, and I sometimes swear I can feel your warmth against my skin. I close my eyes when I do that, and it stops being a dream for a second.
For just a second, you’re back. You never truly left.
And when I open my eyes again; when I realise what it is all about, I still feel you. I see the bracelet, smell the black tissue, watch one of these B movie we used to laugh at and somehow I feel the best and worst I’ve felt in a long time.
I wish you were here. I wish I could tell you how much I missed you and how beautiful you are; if I could hold you tight, one last time... I didn’t even get to hug you one last time. I didn’t know it would be it; else I wouldn’t have let you go.
Echo is supposed to come around today. He told me he would. He didn’t forget about you either, you know. Neither did Rex, or Jesse, or Kix. Your vode didn’t forget about you. They always make sure to keep you alive, tell everyone about you and remember them of who you were.
Echo always says you’re his best friend. He never uses the past tense. I can’t blame him; I still say you’re the love of my life whenever people ask me. I guess we know deep down these things will never change. We don’t want it to change.
Wait, someone knocked.
2226.
When was the last time we laughed like that? For once, we turned the tears into something better; lighter. I’m sure you would be proud of us.
Of course, you would be proud of us.
It almost feels good to see you through Echo; to find glimpses of you in his smile, the faint spark in his eyes when he retells your best pranks, and the way he chuckles...I almost feel at home right now. With you. Not quite, but close enough.
Enough to make me smile, for the first time today.
Echo says hi. He’s watching me writing to you. He asked me to tell you that Rex lit a candle for you this morning, and the boys had a little something for you; but I can’t know what; apparently I “wouldn’t understand anyway”. So I hope – we hope – that you liked it.  We’re probably going to watch a bad movie and mock the poor acting until we fall asleep, and tomorrow we will…We’ll probably think of you again, but hopefully there won’t be as much tears as today.
I guess it’s a battle worth fighting. Not for the Republic or the Greater Good; not for the Senate or the Chancellor. Not for the Jedis or the Galaxy.
No, it’s a battle we fight for you, Fives. Let us be your anchor, for once, and rest easy now, because more than anything or anyone else out there… you deserve it.
2359.
Happy anniversary Fives.
I love you too, my Anchor.
 - Your Ocean.
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Your Love Is Killing Me (Part 1)
Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)                                            Summary : A canon divergent take on the emotions Ethan and Meera face on returning from Miami, and what happens when Meera faints in the hospital atrium.                                    Category : Angst                                                          Warnings : A few swearings, PCOD and cardiovascular disease that comes with it, stress and anxiety                                                        Word Count : 1724
A/N : So this is my first fic,🙈 so please ignore some of the rookie mistakes, also please send in criticisms, I would love to improve. Got tired with clone Ethan and PB writers and the book 1 replay got to me so I thought torturing myself through angst will be a good idea. Happy Reading!  ❤
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Meera shifts in her bed. Rolling over to face away from the window. It was another sleepless night for her. Where usually she used to be famished after coming home from work and all she desired for was her head to touch the pillow the last 5 days was completely different. These 5 nights she spent staring into the ceiling as a train of thoughts ran through her mind. Dr. Ramsey's words kept on ringing in her head "I need to be able to push you to your limits. To help you become the doctor you want to be. The one I know you can be." Lost in her reminiscence of that magical moment in the balcony of the Miami hotel, Meera didn't seem to notice the sky changing its colours from the dark starry blue to the first hues of gold, orange and red, signifying the beginning of a new day. She turned over thinking what went wrong, a calculation she was doing for the zillionth time and each time she came to a fruitless answer. Meera was interrupted by the sound of her alarm, one which was useless as she wasn't able to close her eyes for a single minute. 
She sat up in bed rubbing her eyes and catching a glimpse of herself on the full sized mirror. She was in her comfiest sweatpants, her uncombed curls sprawled over her shoulders and face. She removed her hair from her face and found tired eyes, deep dark circles and chapped lips staring at her from the mirror. She closed her eyes, hugged her knees close and rested her forehead on her knees as she thought about her plan for the day. For the past five days she had planned her days carefully so as to not run into the grumpy attending at any cost. She was on high alert. Any sign of him nearby and she always made an one eighty degree rotation in order to escape him. She went to meet the patient X to take his regular vitals and monitor required medicines on hours she was cent percent sure Dr. Ramsey was busy. She replied with lies and smiles to Dr. Banerji's unending question about the conference, Miami, Ethan and the sudden change in her behavior. Although she sometimes felt he could see right through her. 
Meera stood up from the bed and went into the shower. As soon as the cold water hit her skin she remembered how Ethan had abandoned her in the hotel in Miami. How she had been sitting there on the bed dressed in luxurious blue with her heart and bed cold as tears swelled up in her eyes. She remembered the awkward flight from Miami to Boston and the bare three sentences of exchange between her and Ethan. How she thought that the flight washroom was her safe haven and how she wished to spend the entire flight there. All these thoughts were such an emotional burden on her and she finally gave in to the inevitable. She double downed with sobs as she cried in the shower keeping as quiet as it was humanly possible for her so that her roommates won't get to know. After a few minutes she was finally able to compose herself. She stepped out of the shower a towel wrapped around her as she rubbed her hair dry. Meera got into a fresh pair of scrubs combed and tied her hair into a tight high ponytail. As she applied a generous amount of foundation to hide her dark circles and chapstick to moisturize her lips her phone beeped with a notification from her period tracker which notified that her period was 3 days late. She didn't think much about that as she had been dealing with PCOD since she was sixteen. She had almost defeated the disease with changes in her lifestyle and a few medicines, but after all there is no permanent cure. She had learned to live with it over the years. 
Finally she looked at herself in the mirror. She was now looking like Dr. Meera Bose the confident number one intern at Edenbrook Hospital. She forced on a smile to face her roommates outside her bedroom door and the world in general. This is what Meera's life looked like for the past five days. She was tired of putting on a happy show for the outside world and hence once she was inside her room with no one except herself her thoughts collided against each other and finally left her crying. She was tired of going through the same crescendo of thoughts and emotions again and again but there was no other way out because the only possible solution to end her pain, in Dr. Ramsey's words was "unethical and complicated."    
It was noon when Meera was already done with 6 cases. She also made it a point to check up on Dr. Banerji first thing in the morning when she was completely certain Ethan was in a board meeting. She was once again walking the crowded but motivated halls of Edenbrook navigating her way to her next patient's room. 
Meera felt a sudden piercing pain in the middle of her chest which slowly travelled to her left arm. It started as a mild one but quickly accelerated. From the corner of her eye she saw Ethan rounding a corner and walking towards her. It had been six days since both of them were in the same corridor. Before she was ready to process anything further she broke out into a sweat and started feeling tremendous trouble in breathing properly. All she remembers next is darkness and the sound of her charts slipping away from her hand and hitting the floor. In the last moments before her unconsciousness hit she felt someone holding her close and tight, the chaos of the hospital becoming silent to her as she tried with all her might to figure out if she had the opportunity to be in Ethan's arms once again like she was in Miami but she failed.  
 Ethan was very annoyed when he was held all morning in a stupid board meeting and wasn't able to finish any of his work. Ethan often doesn't listen to half of the things the board members say. He utilises those hours to mentally untangle the complications of the diagnostic team patient, something which he felt was much much more important than listening to entitled doctors who aren't even good as they think themselves to be. But today it was different. He was unable to concentrate at all. His mind wandered back to the one curly haired brunette intern. These past six days Ethan had immersed himself in work. Between the interns, the diagnostic team and Naveen's mystery illness his mind was pretty busy. He took on more cases than usual, pulled all nighters at the hospital and the little time he was at home he did find some article he needed to finish writing on his laptop. This was the only way he could keep her out of his head. Atleast this is what he believed, because work, patient care and her career was the only thing standing between him and her.
He was quickly making his way towards the diagnostic team office once he was finally freed from the conference room. He turned a corner and started walking through the corridors, pinching the bridge of his nose. That's when he heard a thud and saw a chaos forming around a patient who had just fainted, up ahead in the corridor. He picked up his pace ready to yell at the intern who was responsible for this. When he was merely steps away, he stopped in his track, completely recognizing that it wasn't a patient but an intern. The intern that topped the charts in the diagnostic team competition, the intern he was so keen on avoiding, and for the first time in years his doctor senses didn't kick in. He was looking at the intern, not as Dr. Ethan Ramsey but as just Ethan.
She was nestled in the strong arms of the Averio paramedic she was friends with. Ethan snapped out as the chaos became louder, a stretcher was brought and Meera was lifted into it. Surrounded by her intern friends and Dr. Delarosa, she was being rolled towards the ER. The immediate thing Ethan did was follow her, but that's when his pager beeped. It was a code blue from Baz. Ethan stopped once again evaluating his next step. He knew the diagnostic team was already understaffed and needed him, on the other hand Meera who- who- who was exactly what to Ethan he didn't know. Ethan did the same mistake he had done in Miami, he put his work, before her inspite of what his heart wanted.  
It took Ethan twenty minutes to handle the situation of the Diagnostic Team patient. After which he was on his way to the ER, determined to check up on Meera. He felt, him running after just an intern would stir up the hospital gossip. But did he care for it? He didn't, until he heard a few nurses huddled together talking in loud whispers. "I think she is pregnant, Mary told me she was feeling nauseous the other day." one of them said. "Are you serious?? Do you think it was Dr. Ramsey ?" another one asked. "I don't know, they spent two whole days alone in Miami, who knows what they were upto." the first one replied. "You know, I think you are right. Dr. Olsen told me that she wasn't even half smart and intelligent as he was and yet she is leading the competition. It's very clear Ramsey favours her." a third joined in. "Whatever it is, I don't know what he sees in her. I could be standing her naked waiting for him to fuck me, but he wouldn't budge." with this the group of nurses started giggling and moved towards the atrium their back towards Ethan. After this encounter he couldn't risk being found close to her. It's her career that was at stake. Something that he priced over his own feelings for her. Dejected, he made his way back towards his office, locking the door behind him and immersing himself in paperwork.
Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. I will put up the second part as soon as possible, till then sending love and hugs your way! 💖
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moonlit-imagines · 4 years
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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)
Tony Stark x son!reader
warnings:
a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags
prompt: continued
part 1
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~sokovia was ur first big mission~
“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap
“the first mistake was letting me become a father”
“good god, tony...”
you having the time of your life crushing robots
“WHEEEEEE”
also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times
“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint
rip pietro
rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???
“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”
“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”
“i love you, kid! be safe!”
✨a good family you’ve got✨
soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward
but you chose your dad’s side
“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”
peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool
“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”
“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”
teenage teamup? ofc
“am i doing alright?”
“looking a-okay, pete!”
tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter
“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”
you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service
“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”
“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”
absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion
“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy
“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”
“not around teenagers, no”
“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”
peter texted you every day after that
whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you
plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter
“that’s not real!”
“jealous?”
you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)
didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience
but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it
“dude, how do you feel?”
“bruh sound effect number two”
“oh my god”
FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing
“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”
tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that
but you and peter obviously still hung out
oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!
“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”
“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”
moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)
“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”
“i’m his son!”
i n v a s i o n
oh boy that was rough
bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord
“y/n...your VOICE”
“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”
“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”
“uh, did you forget my birthday?”
peter’s back! peter’s back!
finally, man
“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”
“on the way!”
“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”
up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear
“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”
“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*
“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”
pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up
“bruce, we gotta get going”
“what? where?”
“upstate”
patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat
but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?
wrong.
this was bad, very bad
after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part
you dusted away
“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”
tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone
“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”
she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own
soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was
she was eager to meet you
morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room
“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”
tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other
an ounce of hope, he had to try something
save his only son, and his other son
when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here
yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023
and bruce snapped
and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring
tony had to see his son now. right now.
“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”
“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”
“get over it”
ah, back to old times
peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!
and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees
“no...”
you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him
“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”
you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away
“y/n...are you okay?” -peter
“not even a little”
peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter
mutual worry
meeting morgan was...surprising
pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone
she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room
you got NO space
“i love you y/n”
“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*
“i love you y/n”
“love you too, morgan”
over and over
peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff
ned fanboyed over you
also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there
“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”
“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”
“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”
“good for you, man!”
peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone
all of them
Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me
you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on
happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess
“you gave away dad’s glasses?”
“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”
“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”
having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up
there wasnt much backup here
finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home
“call me if you need anything, pete”
“i will. i promise.”
and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed
“i left him alone for one day!”
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spacegirlinorbit · 3 years
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Help Me Understand
Part 2
Obi wan x reader
Angst, fluff
Takes place during ROTS. Y/n there to be by Obi wan side as he discovers the truth behind the abrupt turn of events in the war, Anakin becoming darth vadar, and eventually how he will come to fight him.
Angst prompts :“I don’t want space. I want you. ...I need you, please stay with me.” “You don’t have to face him alone, you’re not alone.” 
SIDENOTE: ‘//’ when its one parenthesis's they are talking through the force and when its double ‘’ like normal its being said aloud 
Help me understand part 1
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“Well it looks like you took all the fun.” I say more to Obi than Yoda.
“Master y/n.” Yoda responds and I give him a bow. “Master Yoda.”
“Y/n.” Obi wan looks at me with wide eyes and rushes over to pull into a tight hug. I return his hug gratefully. Anyone could see it and anyone could feel it. We have an unformidable bond. That’s all that mattered. We are safe and we have each other.
We part and I give him a somber smile, “I heard Anakin was here.”
Obi wan sighs and looks to Master Yoda whose head goes down casted. We make our way into the temple. I can feel intensely the echoes of screams and blasters and lightsabers going off all around. A massacre.
The masters talk amongst themselves as I bend down and reach out to the force and see the events play out. It’s like a rock in the pit of my stomach. I fear I already know. As I see him come into view cloaked and feeling possessed. This is no Anakin. He has a new awakening inside giving his entity a new identity. Darth Vadar.
“Who could have done this?” Obi questions. I look to Master Yoda and then back to Obi keeping it impassive. Doesn’t he feel it? Doesn’t he know? Is he trying to be ignorantly blind? No. Not Obi wan Kenobi. He knows deep down. He’s just not ready to face it.
Me and Obi work on reversing the code but as Master Yoda claims ‘a long time it will take’ to recalibrate the clones.
‘Cody was with you wasn't he?” I ask quietly not sure if I should bring it up.
“Yes.”
“I made contact with Ashoka. She’s managed to help Rex through the force. I fear for what might become of her if she sees Anakin.”
“Do you think...do you really think he is our enemy?”
“No.” I can’t hesitate. I do my best not to lie either. I need to have hope. You can win wars built on hope.
“How did it come to this? I don’t understand.”
“I can only think of one person. Palpatine.”
“I must know the truth.” He walks out of the room and I quickly follow.
“Master. There is something I must know.” He says and walks over to the channel recording tables.
Yoda warns him, but knowing Obi this is the only way he can bring himself to do it. The recording plays out. It confirms everything and breaks everything as well. Obi is conflicted once again and in pain that is hard to keep under control on the inside as I reach out to blanket him.
Master Yoda says the words no one wants to hear now. “Destroy the sith we must.”
Obi wan claims he can kill the emperor but not Anakin and I can’t help as my heart yearns at the sentiment. Anakin has turned to the dark side. He is sith. He is Darth vader. He is no longer Anakin and it pains me to even think about it. It pains me to see Obi-wan in turmoil about it.
“I don’t know where to look. Do you know?” He turns to me now. I sadly put my head down and shake my head no.
“I didn’t hear that part of the conversation. You will have to go to Padme. She will probably have an easier time telling you.” I say trying to hide my discomfort. I wasn’t jealous of Padme but I didn’t understand how Obi wan was more compelling to be more open with her than with me. Someone who has been by his side more often than not. We did our first mission together. One of many. We have a force connection only we share more powerful than most. I was there when Quin Gon died and he was crying in his room all night. Then he took on the responsibility of Anakin Skywalker.
“You’re right as ever.” He says and gives me a small smile and a squeeze on my shoulder.
“I’ll continue to figure out the code. You go speak with Padme.” I say trying not to grind my teeth with every word that comes out of my mouth. The last thing I want is to be alone. Not when he has finally come home.
“I’ll fetch you when I’m done.” He replies before he leaves with one last stare that could say a million things.
It feels like an eternity since he left but I reach out slightly on the parameters of his force line. Padme is in shock and disbelief. She doesn’t end up telling him where despite how much he pushes in her head but he does sense the child she carries is Anakin’s. Thank the stars I don’t have to keep that a secret anymore. Padme didn’t tell me, but it was easy prying into Anakin’s mind when he asked me to watch over her. That and how she was eating more and the belly was starting to show.
I sense his presence coming closer to me and I meet him out on a small landing dock where no one would detect us.
“You’re just going to have to sit sideways in my lap.” He explains with a bit of cough and the tips of his ears tinge pink. He’s embarrassed. My heart is pounding but I do it anyway.
We go to the senate building and disguise ourselves to a hanger where Padme's ship is being ready for take off. Obi grabs my hand and we sneak onto the ship undetected by Padme and C3PO. Obi wan informed on the way here that she didn’t tell him where Anakin is but has been sensing she is going after him. We hide in a compartment together on the ship. I settle for sitting down and hugging my legs to my chest. Obi takes a Jedi kneeling stance across from me.
‘Did you know about the baby?’ He projects into my mind.
‘Yes. I knew.’ I begrudgingly say.
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ He questions.
‘It wasn’t my place to tell. I read Anakin’s mind and found out my suspicions were true.’
‘Ah.’
‘Why did you say that when the war broke out?’ I ask timidly. I wish there was a wall between us. I don’t dare look at him when I ask this question.
‘What do you mean?’ I can feel him start to close off.
‘You called me, “my love”. What did you mean?’
‘...’ he is silent at first but then sighs and rubs his hand down his face. ‘I suppose I can’t hide it any longer. I don’t need to. I meant I love you. Because I do. I have loved you for a long time now. I just knew we couldn’t give in. We were always passing each other too. The missions together became less and communicating became more silent. It wasn’t the Jedi way. Now there is no Jedi.’
‘Oh Obi there is Jedi. There’s you, me, Yoda, and hopefully we can save Anakin.’
‘Yes.’ I can feel the hesitation. He’s on edge but blurts it out bluntly through the force. ‘Do you love me?’
I try not to smile big seeing as my heart will burst but all I feel right now for Obi Wan is love. We are about to enter a battlefield with a friend turned foe and yet none of that matters as much as I feel for Obi Wan Kenobi.
‘Yes.’ I say this time meaning it with my entire heart. Probably the first real truthful yes I’ve said all day. I can feel the love he has kept hidden, flow through me and it’s bliss and would leave me in daze if I didn’t know what we were about to do.
Landing in disguise was probably the hardest and easiest part. Padme didn’t know we were there and anakin’s energy was too high off the charts to focus on multiple things at once. His sole focus was Padme that much we could feel. We waited until she made it off the ship and then as we snuck out of our little compartment I looked to see 3CPO spot us and I gave him a signal of silence and for once he didn't make a sound. I hear Anakin’s voice and look back at obi wan at the entrance exposing his presence.
Everything after that happened so quickly. Padme being choked and falling unconscious. Anakin and Obi Wan start to negotiate but no real negotiation takes place. Obi wan in his mind tells me stay on board, Padme is still breathing, and Anakin could hurt me if i expose myself now. I stay back until I hear them start to duel and leave the scene. I run out to Padme whose unconscious but through the force I can feel she's under a lot of stress she can’t handle and I fear the baby-no babies it seems: twins, will be coming sooner than expected. I get 3CPO’s help to load Padme back into the ship and let her rest. I want to call out to Obi wan but I fear it would distract him.
I reach out to have my force barely touch Obi wan’s as I feel a sudden anguish overwhelm me in my meditation in the force. Obi wan felt nothing but pain as he had to leave his brother, someone who was the closest thing he had to family being left to die. He wasn't looking to make Anakin suffer but as we all know that wasn’t Anakin anymore but Darth Vadar. I send 3CPO to inform Obi wan as he makes his way back to the ship. I can feel he is miserable and tired. 3CPO sets the coordinates as I make the call for a medic droid to be ready once we arrive. Obi Wan pays Padme a visit to Padme. I hear her ask about Anakin as she did when I helped her lay down for rest. She will never be the same again, but at least she has her children.
Obi wan makes his way to the front of the ship, silent. I can feel the indifference of pain within him. I think to myself he must need space right now and make my way back towards Padme. If only I could help relieve some of the pain he’s feeling.
“Come back…” I hear softly called out. I’m almost at Padme’s door when I faintly hear the voice. I turn around and see Obi wan looking at the ground and running his hand down his face as he does when in hard times.
“Did you say something?” I ask, wondering if I heard wrong.
“I don’t want space.”
“Oh.” Was he mind reading me earlier?
“I don’t want space. I want you. ...I need you, please stay with me.”
I feel my heartbreak a little at the crack of his voice. He is doing his best to stay strong, but he just did the impossible and shouldered the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. No one will understand, but I’ll be damned if I don’t at least try or help him one way or another.
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thAT WAS THERAPY FOR ME LMAO i hope u enjoyed reading this late night and perhaps forgotten story i wrote. 
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frxggie · 3 years
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Can you do a request where Tamaki, Todoroki, and Aizawa (for Aizawa the reader is a TA for class 1-A) getting hit by a quirk that clones them? The side effect of the clone is it reveals how the real version of themselves feels about the reader, the clone becomes super clingy and you’re just standing there like 😊. While the real version of the clone is dreading their existence and also lowkey jealous that their clone is getting all of your attention. And everyone is just smirking cuz they know why the clone is acting that way. I hope this made sense? Sorry if it didn’t but this has been on my mind all day.
yeah! sorry this took so long i’ve been really busy with school!
i decided to do a separate story for every character because i didn’t quiet know how to fit them all in one so yeah
i hope i did this right i’m sorry if i didn’t
for the aizawa one you both are teachers at UA
for the tamaki one you’re both year 3s at UA
for the todoroki one you’re both first years at UA
Your quirk is “Weapon” which is basically where you can make any weapon of your choice appear and your body itself is kind of a weapon meaning that when you’re hit it’s harder to hurt you/ when you hit someone else it hurts them more    
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                                                    Aizawa
Goddammit!
There were villains at the USJ again. Fuck. You and the other teachers at UA rushed over to the USJ hoping there weren’t any students training there.
You threw the doors open to find the USJ empty other than villains, which was a relief, but now you had to fight a bunch of villains.
Great, just what we need at 9 AM on a Tuesday.
The villains charged at everyone and the pro heroes started to tear into the villains. They were obviously just a scraggly bunch of disorganized thugs because none of them stood a chance against the pro heroes.
“Y/N WATCH OUT!” Aizawa yelled from beside you, shoving you out of the way. You fell onto the ground and watched as some kind of beam hit Aizawa. He froze and ANOTHER AIZAWA came out of his side.
“What the fuck?!” you yelled.
The clone walked over to you and held out his hand.
“Sorry about that princess, need some help getting up?”
You face turned red. Princess?!?!
“W-What the FUCK are you?!” you said, looking at him, astonished.
“I’m Shota’s feelings. That guy’s quirk just made me into a clone.”
He definitely sounded like Aizawa. He looked like Aizawa. But he sure as hell wasn’t acting like Aizawa.
The clone still had an outstretched hand and was waiting for you to take it. You gave him a weird look and got up yourself. Clone Aizawa looked dejected for a moment before trying to talk to you again.
“I know you probably don’t trust me, which is fine; When hit, the quirk lasts for 24 hours and creates a clone of that person’s true feelings of the last person they talked to.”
“And you called me ‘princess’ because...?”
“I like you, duh!” he smiled at you.
Real Aizawa came running over.
“What in fuck’s name is this?” he said, annoyed.
You explained the quirk to him and watched his face slowly twist into one of discomfort.
“So.. he told you then...” he sighed.
The clone walked up and hugged you from behind. It caught you off guard so you grabbed him from behind and flipped him over you, landing him on his back.
“AH! STAY BACK- Oh, it’s just you- sorry.”
He got up, completely fine. “You can’t kill me, you know.” he smiled creepily.
You looked towards Aizawa, annoyed. He gave you a sheepish smile and then continued to fight villains.
You and Aizawa were a great team normally, you striking people down with your weapons and then him erasing their quirks and tying them up, but the stupid clone kept getting in the way. You formed a huge hammer, using up quite a bit of your energy, and went to hit a villain, when the clone came up behind you. He attempted to take the hammer from you.
“I can’t let you get hurt, princess! Let me.”
You looked at him angrily and hit him over the head with the hammer. He crumpled to the floor, but this distraction gave the villain you were fighting an opening. He struck you in the side with a sharp claw. You yelled out in agony and fell to the floor.
You felt groggy, and had no idea what was going on. You slowly opened your eyes and you were met with a pair of black eyes staring at you over your head.
“What the-”
“Princess! You’re awake!” the clone said.
You looked to see Aizawa sitting in a chair beside your hospital bed, looking worried and guilty.
“Shouta?” you said.
Both the clone and the real Aizawa looked up at you.
“The real Shouta.” you said pointedly.
“What?” he said, sounding slightly irritated.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked angry for a second, and then he cupped his face in his hands.
“I just put you in the fucking hospital because of my instinct to protect you and you wanna ask me what’s wrong?? All my feelings have been put on the line by that stupid villain and you wanna ask me what’s wrong. You probably hate me now because of this idiot-” he gestured to the clone, “and there’s no way to get rid of him.”
You looked the opposite way. What he didn’t know is that if you had gotten hit with that quirk, the same thing would be happening to him.
Should I tell him that though?
You sighed. “Shouta- if you had let me get hit with that quirk I would probably be in the same situation as you.”
He looked up at you, wide-eyed.
“Wait- are you saying-?”
“Yes. I like you too, Shouta. But I didn’t know what to say about it because I had no idea if you would be interested in me or not.
He looked down at the ground and smiled softly. Then, the clone walked over. You looked up at the clone, knowing what he was about to do. He leaned in to try and kiss you, but Aizawa shoved him back.
“No. I want to do this myself.” He smirked and you blushed down to your toes.
He leaned in and you two shared a kiss. It felt magical, and it was definitely something the both of you had wanted for a long time. And then you felt a pair of arms wrap around the two of you. You both broke the kiss to see the clone hugging you guys, smiling.
“Jesus Christ...” Aizawa said, looking away, embarrassed.
You laughed, knowing that this would be a looonnnggg 24 hours for him.
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                                                    Tamaki
You, Tamaki, Kirishima, and Fatgum were patrolling. You and Tamaki were two of the Big Three at UA. 
“This is so manly! We haven’t seen any villains yet today! Must mean-”
Just as he was saying that, something caught out of the corner of your eye.
“Hey- Shh!” you said, as you waved them to follow you. You led them to the corner by a dark alley.
You peeked your head around to see two people exchanging something; Everyone else poked their head around.
“I can talk to them- it’ll be less intimidating if a not so well known hero talks to them. Stay close just in case though.” 
You didn’t give them a chance to disagree before you ducked into the alley.
“Hey guys, hero here. I’m gonna need to see what’s being purchased here.”
“Get lost kid, this is dangerous business.” one of the villains said.
You scowled and formed a gun with your quirk. You held it up at them. 
“Show me please.” you said, in a little more demanding tone this time. 
The other villain looked scared. He panicked and shot some kind of beam at you. You looked like a deer in headlights- you closed your eyes and waited for the impact, until you felt something wrap around you. You slowly opened your eyes to see Tamaki hugging you. But Tamaki was also... in front of you?
“W-What the fuck?!” you said. 
“I- I jumped in f-front of you to p-protect you from the b-beam he just shot... and then another m-me appeared and now he’s hugging you.” Tamaki said, in his usual nervous tone. 
Fatgum and Kirishima rounded the corner and looked shocked. 
Fatgum looked a little angry. “Hey, you two- Show me what’s being exchanged and explain what you just did.”
The villains looked like they were about to shit their pants upon seeing the pro hero. 
“S-Shit...” said the first villain.
The second villain explained his quirk nervously, while they were getting arrested for drug sales.
The Tamaki clone was still hanging onto you. He hadn’t talked yet, but you can probably guess that the real Tamaki was beyond embarrassed.
The three of you were walking back to UA after your morning patrol. You guys were getting the rest of the day off because the quirk would ail you in fighting. 
“I- I’m s-so sorry, Y/n...” Tamaki said. He looked like he was about to cry. His clone was crying. You smiled softly at him, knowing that this was hard on him. 
“It’s okay, Tamaki. Want to hang out today? Would that make you feel better about this?”
He looked up from the ground. 
“T-That would be nice...”
Kirishima waved goodbye to you two and went to join his other friends while the two of you walked over to his dorm.
You sat on his bed, the clone sitting beside you. Tamaki sat in a chair and nervously looked from you to the clone. 
“Y-Y/n I’m s- sorry... I hope t-this doesn’t c-change anything b-between us you’re my b-best friend and-” 
You cut him off by shaking the clone off of you and walking over to him. You wrapped him up in a hug and just held him there. He was shaking pretty bad and it took him a second to return the hug, but he did.
“Y-Y/n!” he said nervously.
“Tamaki, don’t worry about it. But I assume you have something to tell me?” you giggled and a small, sheepish smile formed on Tamaki’s face.
“Y/n I- I like you!��� he blurted. He blushed and looked down at the floor.
“I like you too, Tamaki.” you said with a little laugh.
He looked up at you in surprise. 
“R-Really?”
“Of course.” you leaned over and kissed him and the clone (who had followed you over to Tamaki) on the cheek. “You and your feelings.” you giggled.
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                                                  Todoroki
You smiled as you formed a bat with your quirk. You began to knock people unconscious left and right. After you would knock them down or unconscious, your best friend, Todoroki would come behind you and freeze them for extra measure. 
You and a couple others from class 1-A had been selected for a special training course against another school. Today’s training was a game similar to the fights at the sports festival. Once you were knocked unconscious or you were unable to move you were disqualified from the game. You were supposed to match up in teams of two or three. The more people that you and your team got out the more points you got. You and Todoroki made a pretty efficient team, and had gotten out a TON of people. 
“Hey! Shouto- Look out!” you yelled. He turned around just in time to get hit in the face with a beam. 
You watched as another Todoroki materialized beside him. You stood there, agape, confused. 
“W-What the hell..?” he said.
Just then, a loud beeping noise started. 
“That concludes today’s training. Please return to the main room where the people with the most points will be announced. The unconscious will be cleared by the onsite nurses. Please deactivate whatever quirks may be holding or effecting people.”
You and Todoroki looked at each other in shock. Just then, a boy walked over.
“Hey. I just wanted to let you guys know about my quirk- I’m sorry but I can’t deactivate it- it makes a clone of you that shows your true feelings towards the last person you talked to. It lasts for 24 hours. I mostly use it for distraction to give my partners enough time to strike. But the person talked on the intercom before my partners could. Um, anyways, good luck with him!” 
The boy walked away without another word, leaving you shocked and Todoroki with a face of pure discomfort. 
“Everything okay shou-” you were cut off by his clone running over to you, and to your surprise, he started absolutely fawning over you.
“Y/n! You did so great! You’re so pretty when you use your quirk! You are so amazing at fighting!”
“S-Shouto??” you said, looking at the real Shouto, who was burying his face in his hands. 
“I-I’m going to melt my ice... I’ll meet you in the main room.” and with that, he ran off.
With the clone Todoroki still talking to you and making you blush, you walked to the main room. A few minutes later, the real Todoroki joined you, but looked embarrassed and didn’t talk.
Just as you were about to ask him what was going on, a man stepped up on stage.
“Hello students! We hope you enjoyed your game today! If you’ll direct your attention to this screen-” he gestured towards a large TV where the winners all popped up. “You’ll see the winners of today’s game- Y/n and Shouto Todoroki! Let’s give them a round of applause.” 
You and Todoroki looked at each other excitedly, and went to hug, but the clone cut in between you two and threw his arms around you.
“It’s all because of you Y/n! Good job!!”
You blushed as you hugged him back and then pulled away. You saw the real Todoroki looking slightly dejected. You brushed it off and followed the rest of the students out to where the busses were to take all of you home. 
Once back at UA,  you and Todoroki were walking up the path to the dorms, while his clone droned on and on about how much fun he had and how amazing you were.
“Shouto.” you said.
Both of them looked at you.
“Real Shouto.”
“What is it, Y/n?” he asked.
“Wanna explain this guy’s behavior to me?” you smiled, knowing exactly what you were asking to him to admit.
“I- I, uh... Well, Y/n, I like you. I have for a long time. I guess there’s no getting around it now. I just didn’t want to get hurt or hurt you so I didn’t tell you... I- I hope this doesn’t change anything.” he said looked down at the ground.
“Shouto...” you said softly.
He looked up from the ground and met your eyes. You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. After you pulled away, you smiled.
“I like you back, Shouto. We make a good team.”
Todoroki blushed as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“AW NO FAIR! I WANTED TO KISS Y/N! I’VE BEEN WORKING UP THE NERVE ALL NIGHT!” 
Both of you looked other and the clone stomped his foot.
“Shut up!” you both yelled at the same time. 
The clone pouted and sheepishly followed you two into the building. You weren’t lying. You two did make a pretty good team.
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hope i did this right :P
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transbibennyweir · 3 years
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dialoge 18 with evil!benny?
“Do you trust me?” / “No.” / “You’re smarter than you look.”
Despite never mentioning it to anyone, Ethan had become a little on edge about another attack of evil doppelgangers. Maybe it was a long shot of it happening again, but you never be too careful in a town like this. It had been more than comforting when Benny emailed him a spell that would come in use just in case something went wrong again and evil Benny popped up one way or another. 
But, Ethan knew that he would look at his friend’s face and think he could do no wrong. Maybe that’s why he didn’t notice the shift in Benny’s behavior immediately.
“Dude, this stone is our ticket to never having to go to class again!” Benny exclaimed excitedly. He held up a shiny gem that was roughly smaller than the size of his palm, it was an inky black with speckles of red. It didn’t look very promising but Ethan would try anything once. 
“And exactly how is it going to do that?”
“Simple, my dear friend.” Benny started with mock seriousness. “A drop of blood and it’ll create an exact double of you. I do a little spell here and there and in no time they’ll be more than happy to take our place in Mr. Hikers fourth period Algebra class.” Benny added in quite a few hand gestures for showmanship, ending with an arm around Ethan’s shoulders.
Ethan stared at him slack jawed, entirely bewildered that Benny could even think something like this would be a good idea. 
“What? Dude, no! No way. We are not doing this again!” Ethan shrugged off the arm around him to stand up and paced around his bedroom, listing every reason why they should totally not make copies of themselves. “Last time, your clone was evil and then was that time Stern pretended to be you and he was evil. Not a good track record with doubles. Plus, there’s no telling if they’ll actually listen and no way of knowing if you’ll mess up and do the spell wrong.”
“And there’s no way of telling if I can do it right either unless we try it out. Come on, E.” Benny pleaded. “You hate that class! And imagine what we could do with all that powe-err free time, I mean! Think of the amount of video games we could play!” It wasn’t a very convincing argument and Ethan wasn’t going to budge on it.
“No, Ben. There’s no way I’m doing that.” Ethan folded his arms. “Just go to class like everyone else. Not everything needs a short cut.”
“Ugh, that’s where you’re wrong, dude. Everything's better with short cuts.” Benny groaned before grabbing Ethan’s arm and pulled him back onto the bed with a small ‘oomf’ as he laid half on top of Benny. He felt a little embarrassed by the fact he was nearly sitting on his friend’s lap, arms wrapped around his lower stomach. Ethan looked up and caught the way Benny tried to hide a soft smile. A small part of him hoped one of them would lean in and….
“It’s a drop of blood. It’s not like you’re going to miss it. Won’t even hurt.” 
Right. Of course, well that sure took him out of the moment. Still, Ethan’s face was warm, his nose and cheeks slightly pink. Benny was almost the same. They seem to try to ignore it.
“Why can’t you just try it on yourself first?” Ethan sat up, frankly getting fed up with the topic. He wasn’t going to change his mind. Benny stayed silent for a moment longer than he should have, seemingly thinking of a good enough answer. “Well?”
“It’s… Easier to try out a new spell on someone else. I don’t want to get my intentions confused and I can,” Benny gulped not wanting to finish and looked away, red faced. “I can focus on you a lot easier.”
“Real cute, Benny. But I’m still not going to do it.” Ethan felt a twist in his stomach and went to stand back up, but got pulled right back down when Benny gripped his wrist. “Come on, B. Let go.” He tugged but the hold on his wrist seemed to tighten, it hurt badly and Ethan winced from the pressure. 
“Why can’t we at least try?” 
“Why are you pushing so hard for this?” Ethan shot back, he yanked his hand away from the aggressive hold nearly falling over from the sudden force. He searched Benny’s face, confused. Benny was acting off but why.  There wasn’t immediately any sign but he knew something had to be wrong. “What’s up with you today?”
“Wha- Nothing. Dude, I just think this would be a total waste to not try it out. I promise it’ll be fine.” Benny stood up, his voice sounded too forceful. Ethan’s eyes darted around, a quick glance to the side of Benny’s head gave Ethan the answer he was looking for. A toothpick placed behind his ear caught his eye. Of course, Benny was still Benny no matter how evil and that meant he’d be too forgetful to bother with fixing small details, but lucky for Ethan it was a dead give away. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Ethan stepped back slightly, slowly and carefully trying to grab his phone from his back pocket without Benny noticing. “Okay, Ben. I believe you mean that. I just think…. It’s still a bad idea.” He tried to buy himself time to get the email with the spell sound file in it, working it behind his back. Once again he was thankful the real Benny had a plan for this.
Last time Evil Benny never really tried to hurt him, if anything he wanted Ethan to join him out of his own free will before going to make an evil copy after being rejected. Maybe he was trying to make another copy here. At least it was good to know Benny was still Benny and he would never try to hurt Ethan out right.
“I know what I’m doing.” He said a little desperate now.
Almost got it. “Okay. If I do this you’ll chill out?” Just play along a little longer. 
“Yes-yeah.” He cleared his throat. “So, do you trust me?” Ben asked with a wide grin, the jet black gem in hand ready to use. There was a moment of pause, his heart pounding hard in his chest as he tried to hurriedly find what he was looking for secretly. Although if he didn’t find it in the next second he would be caught. Come on, come on, com-
“No.” Ethan answered once he thought he had the sound file he needed.
Benny’s face went dark but his grin stayed in place, becoming unsettling. “You’re smarter than you look.” 
Benny lunged at Ethan to tackle him to the ground, a spell on the edge of being casted at the same time. Before he could get any words in Ethan faced the phone towards the evil double, the voice recording of the spell going off and shooting a white blast of light that knocked Evil Benny off his feet, he fell to the ground with a groan.
“And you’re not as smart as you think.” Ethan said coolly. A second passed and he began to freak out a little. “Wait. Shit. If he’s here then where’s the real Benny?” 
Quickly he went over to check on Evil Benny on the floor, the spell had knocked him out cold, but for how long? If he couldn’t find the real Benny soon then it’s going be a way bigger problem. Without a second thought Ethan ran out the room and called Benny on the phone only to get hit by a voicemail, he made his way to Benny’s house next door. 
Ethan wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not that the front door was still slightly open, Grandma Weir was gone for the weekend, but there wasn’t any sign of Benny. 
“Ben? Benny!” He called out a few times with no answer. The seer was starting to grow anxious with worry. He ran through the house, the bedroom was a mess more than usual but still no Benny. “Benny! Ben-”
‘Bang!’ Bang!’
A banging sound came from under the living room rug. “Benny?” Ethan walked slowly towards the noise, unsure if his friend was trapped there or if it was some kind of creature locked away for good reason. The sound continued louder and quicker, Ethan was going to have to take his chances on this one and pulled the rug off the floor to reveal a trap door. 
Of course, a weird old house like this one would have a trap door. He pried it open, the weight of the wood heavier than any amount he tried to lift before, granted that wasn’t much, but he was still able to flip it open and almost immediately Benny came hurrying out. 
In his rushed attempt to get out, Benny fell on top of Ethan, limbs getting mangled together as they fell backwards onto the hardwood floor. Ethan groaned in pain, Benny’s arm on either side of his face to keep any more weight from squishing him. 
“Ethan!” Benny hugged his friend, nearly giving him whiplash. “I’m really sorry. I know it was a dumb idea and I should’ve told you everything myself and I totally get if you’re mad at me but,” Benny pulled away from the hug. “How did you defeat evil me?”
“I didn’t,” Ethan replied dizzy and flushed. “He’s knocked out in my room from that spell you gave me.”
“Oh. Right… okay that’s an easy fix. Uh, he didn’t tell you anything weird?” Benny asked, his cheeks growing pink. Ethan didn’t totally understand what he meant by it or why he seemed so embarrassed but shook his head no. “Okay. Good.”
“Why? What did you want to tell me?” 
“Nothing important. It can wait until after I fix this mess.” Benny stood up and helped Ethan to his feet. “And I do know how to fix this. Trust me, I learned from last time.”
Ethan smiled at him. “Yeah, Benny. I trust you.”
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psychewithwings · 3 years
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Valentines W/ Akatsuki hcs: What they would give you
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This is actually wholesome content for once... enjoy some goofy fluff yall
NAGATO:  
I think Nagato is quite the romantic and actually really wants love... So when he finally meets you, he really isn’t sure what to give to you. All the stories would tell him that he should give flowers, chocolate... But that didn’t seem like enough for him to really express how he feels. He remembered one story he read where the boy gave his love a class ring from his school that was symbolic of a promise. 
He will place his Akatsuki ring in your palm and close your hand, still holding it.              “A promise... to always keep you safe.” 
PLEASE KISS HIM, he needs that 
KONAN:
She knew exactly what she was going to give you. Love is something that comes easily to her... And you fill her with such a sense of home when her head is on your chest and she can hear your breathing, smell your scent. She hadn’t felt anything like that since she lived in the house with Yahiko, Nagato, and Jiraiya. 
You think it’s cute when she hands you the bouquet of paper flowers, but you tear up when you realise that she’s written inside of them all the things she loves about you. Your sparkly eyes and lilting laugh.
In the middle of the bouquet, there is a small paper house. “What’s this for?” you ask her smiling. She takes your face in her hands and says, “It is a reminder, that you have become my home.”
ITACHI:
Itachi is a simple man in a lot of ways. He loves you so much that a thing doesn’t seem like enough to give to you. 
So he scouts around for a few days, in the woods and small nearby villages, until he finds what he was looking for. 
He wakes you up really early in the morning, before the sun even comes up, and he takes you on a hike. “Where are we going?” you yawn, “it’s a surprise,” he smiles back at you. You’re the one thing in this world that gives him peace and serenity. When he’s with you he feels as if all the bad is melting away and he can just be in the present moment. 
The sun is coming over the hills in a pink and orange glow, just like he hoped it would... The light illuminates the old bridge and dances off of the water. There are cherry trees in full bloom, their petals blowing in the breeze. Fish swim around the maze of water lilies, the light glinting off of their scales. Tears are welling in your eyes and you turn back to him and say “it’s beautiful, thank you.”
He just smiles and takes your hand. “This,” he says, gesturing to the scene of natural beauty, “is how you make me feel... all the time. And I wanted to give you a precious memory, in exchange for all those you have given me.”
KISAME: 
Kisame doesn’t really believe in gifts so much because he feels that items have very little importance. However, he does care about you and he wants that to be obvious. He’s a surprisingly good listener and he remembers you telling him how your family always made blue berry pancakes for breakfast on the weekends. He remembered the nostalgia in your voice so he decided he would make you some. 
They aren’t fancy, nor are they cutesy and shaped like hearts. But they’re sooooo good. They taste exactly like the ones from your childhood. It turns out, that he had called your family to get the recipe...  Kisame feels very proud of himself with how much you like them. “And I’ll always be around for ya to make more...” He really does love you.
Please give him Blu Ray copy of Finding Nemo, just to see what happens...
SASORI: 
He knew Valentines day was coming and was so nervous... Sasori knew exactly what he wanted to do for you. He spent over a week making it but then he decided that it wasn’t exactly right so he scrapped that and started over. He really hopes that you like it. 
He gives you the box wrapped in pink paper with red ribbons. Inside there are two small puppets, one that looks like him and one that looks like you. They're beautifully carved and painted. You reach for the one who looks like you but he grabs your hand. “This one is yours,” he gives you the one that looks like him and takes your puppet in his hands instead. “I know it’s kind of selfish to make myself a gift as well...” He pauses, still holding your hand, “This way, when one of us is away, it’s less like the other is gone.” You squeeze his hand back, “I love it and if I’m gone, I’ll always come back to you.” He will remember those words forever.
DEIDARA:
He had an artistic spectacle planned from the very beginning. He dragged you out of bed because he couldn’t wait any longer to give it to you. You’re standing outside in your pajamas for whatever couldn’t wait until even 15 minuets later. He does the hand sign and there is a gigantic explosion. The ground is violently shaking and you have your hands clapped over your ears. You’re slightly annoyed because he does this everyday. But Deidara makes a clay bird and extends his hand, you hop on and take to the sky.
“There! See! Happy Valentines Day baby.”  The crater from the explosion is in the shape of a heart. “Love... is also an explosion,” he says as he kisses you. “That’s so cheesyyyy,” you laugh and kiss him back. “But look, my love for you will be carved into the earth for hundreds of years... thats how much I love you.”
KAKAZU:
He really doesn’t care about Valentines... or that much about you. He pulls a total grandpa move and puts a 5 in a card and doesn't write in it. 
He hands it to you and says “go buy yourself something nice.” You stare blankly into the card...
It was enough to get a drink and a snack from a vending machine tho
HIDAN: 
Hidan decided that to shows his love and affection for you, he needed to give you something...personal.
He tells you to close your eyes and open your hands. You feel something cold on your palm. “Okay, now open,” he says excitedly. You open your eyes and there is a small vile on a chain. “Lemme put it on ya,” he offers and clips the chain around your neck. There is a strange dark liquid inside the small glass vile. “It’s my blood,” he smiles. Your eyes grow wide and you really aren’t sure what to say. He reads your expressions of confusion and mild horror. “Listen, it’s more symbolic than anything, relax...” He seems almost offended that you don’t understand. “My blood is my weakness and I’m giving it to you, it means that I trust you more than anyone...”
OROCHIMARU:
He’s technically a member still... yes?
Anyways... he remembered you telling him about how much you missed a family member who passed away. 
Well Happy Valentines Day, he’s reanimated them for you! 
The fright you got when you saw them sitting down stairs drinking a cup of tea with Orochimaru is something you will never get over... 
ZETSU:
He didn't need to think hard at all about his gift for you, it seemed pretty obvious. 
He hands you the small succulent in a heart shaped pot. “Aww so cute! A plant baby!” you exclaim. Zetsu is please that you think it’s cute. “It’s me actually, well it’s us... well my clone.” You blink at the plant in the pot. “Good morning, my love,” it says. Zetsu moves closer to you and puts a hand on your waist. “This way, you can talk to me whenever you want to, or call me back if ever you need me,” he whispers sweetly. You wrap him in a hug and tell him you love it and that it means so much to you. 
Zetsu smiles, all those things he told you were true. He wants to make sure that he’s always there for you but he also likes to just know what you’re doing. He’s actually quite Yandere... He wants to keep tabs on you and especially those you talk to. 
And besides, a clone is much easier than hacking your phone. 
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clonemando · 3 years
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Time on my Side
When Boba sneaks along to one of Jango’s missions and touches something he shouldn’t it causes him and Jango to end up back with people Jango never though he’d see again. Time travel fix-it fic 
(a one shot I just got the urge to write but I might continue it if there’s interest.)
Jango shot up in bed with a strangled yelp and tangled himself in his sheets before falling out of his bunk in his haste to stand up. His eyes searched the room before going to his own wrists which caused his face to crinkle in confusion and he turned and twisted his hands looking for scars that no longer existed. However, a scream from outside the tent he was in had him ripping the sheets off and sprinting outside.
“Buir! Help me! Buir!” Boba’s screams had Jango shoving himself through the armored Mandalorians around him without any thought to his own safety until he burst into the center of the ring where a familiar person was holding Boba with his arms pinned behind him.
“Jango good you’re awake I fou-” Montross started only to be full-body tackled by a Jango who was snarling in rage and dressed in only his sleep pants. It took five other Mandalorians to rip Jango off of him and another two to grab onto Boba who was panicking and trying to get to his father now.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Wait... Was he crying for you?” Montross wiped the blood from his face looking between Jango and Boba a few times in shock. 
“What is going on out here?” Came a voice that froze everyone around them including Jango who looked almost sick. Boba even shut up at the expression on his father’s face. 
“Alor, I found an ad running around the camp and caught him and he started screaming for his buir, then Jango came charging out and attacked me!” Montross said as Jaster made his way to them looking extremely tired and not at all pleased about having been woken. He spun around to face his son to have him explain but Jango had found his voice again. 
“That hu’tuun Montross is betraying us to Vizsla! He’s the reason they’ve been one step ahead of us this whole time! He’s trying to get you killed buir!” He growled out gritting his teeth as he started to recognize where they were. He had no idea how they were there but he knew this mission. 
“Buir… What’s going on? Where’d the jetti go? How did we get here?” Boba whimpered and Jango looked over at his son again who now was holding Jaster’s attention and Jango knew what his father was seeing. Boba looked exactly like Jango did when Jaster had found him. Their resemblance wasn’t something that could be written off. Even though Jango was only fourteen years old at the moment. Somehow he had an eight-year-old son. But Jaster was good at compartmentalizing and he focused back on Montross who had picked himself up now. 
“What do you say to my ad’s claims Montross?” Jaster asked crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at his second in command. 
“He’s clearly delusional and going through something. How does he have a son that’s three fourth’s his age who just randomly appeared in our camp? It must have traumatized him and made him snap. He needs medical help. You know me, Jaster, I would never do such a thing.” He said and Jaster looked back at Jango who shook his head. 
“I don’t have proof I can give Buir but I am not lying or suffering from any sort of mental break. I will explain everything to you, but only alone. I won’t let that sha’buir near my ad.” Jango growled and Jaster rubbed his face but nodded. 
“Montross, until I can prove or deny Jango’s claims you’re to stay with two guards at all times. Trying to argue or escape them will only prove your guilt.” He said seriously and Montross gave a firm nod. Then Jaster walked over to Boba and the pair of commandos holding him released him for Jaster to pick up. 
“Come with me then Jango, we’ll speak in my tent.” He said and Jango was released to follow after him. Once they were in the tent and Boba was put down he ran straight to Jango’s arms and Jango knelt to hug him tightly as Boba sobbed into his chest. 
“Shh, shh, it’s okay Bob’ika. You’re okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.” He murmured soothingly even as his father watched them. 
“You can start with how he exists and we can continue from there,” Jaster said getting out a camp stove and charge pack along with a pot of water to make them some caff. Jango stole his father’s blanket from his cot and wrapped it around Boba before settling down. 
“You’re going to need that caff before I start because it’s a long story,” Jango warned him and Jaster groaned but sat on the cot stretching out his legs. 
“Just start it then. We do have a job to do in the morning.” He reminded him and Jango sighed but nodded slowly running his fingers through Boba’s hair to calm him. 
“Well Boba is my son, but he’s also my clone. I commissioned him from cloners on the planet Kamino as part of a larger deal for several million credits in return for them using my DNA as a base to make an army.” Jango told him and Jaster held up a finger taking a few moments to process this before shaking his head. 
“When? I’ve been with you since you were his age yourself. You’ve never had time to go to some random cloners and do all this.” Jaster said and Jango nodded smiling a little down at his son who had fallen asleep already. Jango realized he must have really been terrified. 
“This is where it gets weird. I’m pretty sure I’m in the past. Because when I made that deal you and all the other Haat were dead. Montross betrayed us and lead us into an ambush. He had me split off with Myles and my own group while he went with you. However, I turned around early and we… I watched as Vizsla gunned you down with a canon buir. Montross just stood there and watched. It happens on Korda 6 just a few weeks from now. He tried to convince the others I was too young to lead and that he had tried to save you but Myles backed me up and we banished Montross.” Jango told him before stopping when the water was boiled and Jaster stood again passing his son a mug of caff before sitting back down with his own. 
“You become Mand’alor then. And agreed to this army to retake Mandalore?” Jaster tried to guess but Jango shook his head. 
“We kept up against Death Watch. I wanted justice for your death but my duty was to our people first. We continued on how we were before taking commissions and bounties and growing our numbers. We were starting to push Death Watch back when Galidraan happened. We were tricked. The Governor had us fighting insurgents but when I came to collect our payment Tor was there with a whole group and I had to run. He shot my jetpack and I crashed down too far away from camp and I couldn’t get ahold of Myles. They called in the Jedi against us. Told them we were killing innocents. It was a massacre. I watched as they cut Myles in half buir. I flew into a rage. I had already lost you and then they took the rest of my aliit away too.” Jango rubbed tears away and set his mug aside so he didn’t accidentally spill any on Boba with how hard his hands were shaking. 
Jaster moved over and wrapped his arm around his son. “I’m not dead now and neither is Myles. He’s in the tent right next to yours. You can go see him once we’re done here.” He encouraged but he needed to hear the rest.
“I killed six Jedi with just my fists before I collapsed. They turned me over to the Governor. He took my beskar’gam and sold me to the spice mines. I was there for… three years I think. Before I lead a rebellion and we all escaped. I went back for my armor and then became a beroya. I became the best beroya there’s ever been. Everyone knew my name and knew my word was good. That’s when Tyranus came to me. He offered me the deal. He promised it would come with revenge on the Jedi too. I agreed but only with the added payment of one of the clones to be my son. I’ve been on Kamino since then but I still leave to take jobs and I’ve been raising Boba. That was until this last mission. He snuck onto my ship and I didn’t feel safe leaving him there alone so I brought him with me. We were just supposed to be grabbing some trinket from some ruins. Then a Jedi showed up and attacked us. I was trying to get us back to the ship but Boba went for the artifact and there was a flash of light and we ended up here. Boba looks like he did then but I’m young again.” Jango spilled it all out and Jaster hummed and took a long sip of his drink. 
“Okay. Well, you’re here now. And Boba being here surely adds credit to your claim. But we need proof to be able to do anything about Montross. We will proceed as normal. Or however normal as we can with you having your own ad now. I won’t let myself die this time and we’ll work forward from that, sound alright with you?” Jaster said a little playfully and Jango smiled and nodded. 
“That sounds like a plan buir… Ni kar'taylir darasuum Jaster.” He said leaning his head against his father’s shoulder and Jaster smiled resting his cheek against Jango’s messy hair. 
“Ni kar'taylir darasuum Jan’ika. We’ll figure this out together. I promise.” He murmured back. 
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A regretful Wolf and his Beauty
Chapter One
Beast!Rex x fem!reader.
Summary: As punishment for his actions, young prince Rex was cursed to become a monster by a witch. The only thing that saved him from his fate was an enchantress, who gave him a condition. He has to find true love in order to redeem himself and he only has until the last petal of the enchanted rose falls. Rex's family helps you by guiding your way into his heart. Rex's fate now lies in your hands."
A/N: Hey, this is a collaborative fic between myself and @ahsokatano-thetogruta. We have created a star wars the clone wars fanfic based off the story Beauty and the Beast, so we both hope that you love reading this as much as we had fun writing it. Enjoy!
It's a crisp winter's day, the untouched snow was glistening, as more beautiful soft snowflakes danced through the air, swirling around each other in time as they waltzed their way to the ground. The slowly rising sun peers over the horizon, it feels magical as the sun shines over the sparkling snow, glistening and gleaming, creating a beautiful, breathtaking winter wonderland, and the inhabitants of the royal castle start to stir, the younger kids are already running around. They were waiting Impatiently to open the nicely wrapped presents under the tree. Christmas day is finally here again.
Rex was surrounded in peace until he was abruptly awoken to the sounds of exciting cheers and shouting of his younger brothers and cousins who are now running around the halls of the castle outside of his room.
Rex groans at the sound. He tries to go back to sleep, pressing his face tightly into the pillow. He had a late night, and is absolutely exhausted.
He almost growls when his door swings open and Fives, Echo and little Stutter run in. The ten year old twins and four year old kid run over to Rex, with Fives picking up Stutter, dropping him on top of his side. Rex almost growls again, but holds it back so as not to hurt his little brother's feelings.
He turns over, Stutter sitting on his stomach now, hands against his chest. The cute smile on his face makes Rex give him a small little smile.
"Come on, Rex. It's time to get up, right Stutter?" Stutter looks at Fives, nodding happily.
"Yeah! C-C-Come on, O-Ori'vod" Rex smiles tiredly.
"Okay! I'm up Vod'ika, can you three please leave so I can get dressed." They all nod, Echo walking over and grabbing little Stutter from Rex. They all walk out.
"Hurry up, Ori'vod." Echo yells back, causing Rex to huff a little. Rex rubs his face and yawns, trying to wake up more. He feels like he could go right back to sleep for the rest of the day, but that's not happening. He sits up, stretching his arms and legs out.
Once he's half woken himself up, he hops out of bed, padding over to the wardrobe slowly. He looks through his collection of clothes, finding his favorite shirt inside. He smiles, grabbing it and a nice brown pair of pants. Once fully dressed, he starts walking towards the door to leave his quarters.
On his way, Rex's vision goes slightly blurry and his eyes struggle to stay open from fatigue, so he yawns again, but because he couldn't see where he was walking, he clumsily stumbles into a small table making him curse as he snaps his eyes shut for a second. When he opens them again, he can see a vase wobbling around on its base, almost ready to topple over at any second. It all happens in slow motion and Rex is unable to move quickly enough to stop it from hitting the ground.
It makes a loud crash as it shatters into a thousand pieces. Rex feels his frustration earlier come rushing back to him, his annoyance growing with every passing second. A few moments later, he hears his door swing open. Without bothering to turn around to see who it is, his words come out snappy. "Don't you know how to knock?" He turns around to see Cody standing in the doorway. "Oh...sorry Cody. I didn't mean to lash out like that."
"It's alright, Vod'ika. I heard a loud noise so I just needed to make sure that you were okay, I was worried for you." Cody smiles knowing that Rex is okay, he saw the frustration on his face for a second after he turned around. "Are you okay?"
Rex feels a guilt wash over him like a ferocious wave, regretting being so rude, especially in front of his Ori'Vod. "I'm sorry, Cody. I accidentally bumped into it." Cody smiles kindly at Rex, he knows that it's not his fault.
"It's fine, Vod'ika. It was an accident. I'll clean it up, are you okay, you look frustrated." Rex nods, Cody's been here for him ever since their parents died two years ago. The reason Rex is crown prince is because Cody and his other brother Bly didn't want the crown.
"I didn't sleep well last night, and I was woken up by all of the noise." He mumbles a bit, still tired.
"I'm sure you'll feel throughout the day. We have a lot of fun things planned." He says with a big smile, hoping it will make Rex feel somewhat better.
"I'm sure I will too." He thanks him with a tired smile. Being thirteen and having hormones is not making his morning any better, but he tries to power through it the best he can and hopes he'll have a good time.
"I'll meet you in the ballroom to open presents once I've cleaned this up for you."
"Thanks, Ori'Vod."
"You're welcome, Vod'ika."
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It's always very busy in the kitchen on Christmas. Many Chefs are preparing the vegetables and various foods for the Christmas dinner and snacks throughout the day. Gregor is a fifteen year old chef in training after being promoted from a dishwasher to a sous chef. He was given the day off today to spend with his brothers and cousins, but asked the head chef if he could make some cookies for everyone when they all open their presents. His boss is really nice, so he lets him do what he needs to do. Gregor gets up early to start making them. He hears the younger kids start running around upstairs, waking up the oldest of the family. He chuckles thinking of the kids running into his room to find an empty bed, he won't be woken up by someone jumping on him this year.
Gregor grabs all the ingredients he’ll need for the cookies, starting with the flour. He pours it into a bowl, there's a cloud of flour in the air after he pours but he just ignores it. He grabs the milk and eggs next, being careful to measure it correctly, the eggs are cracked in a separate bowl then, once checked for shells, are poured in with everything else. Next is Gregor's favorite ingredient, sugar.
He measures out a little more than the recipe calls for since his brothers and cousins love it when he adds extra into the mixture, because they all have a big sweet tooth. He mixes it in, giving the batter a quick taste. Once he finds that the taste is good he adds the baking powder and butter, checking the taste just to make sure it's still good.
Once the batter has reached the desired consistency and sweetness, he grabs a selection of Christmas spices from a cupboard and places them on the counter. He separates the batter into 3 different bowls, each one for a different flavour. He will make some cinnamon, ginger and vanilla cookies, though he makes about a batch more of cinnamon cookies because almost everyone goes crazy over those.
He mixes in the spices in and then puts the batter onto the counter. Gregor goes to get a rolling pin and some cookie cutters shaped like Christmas trees and stars to give them that extra Christmas feel to them. He rolls out the batter evenly and then cuts some out, placing them onto a tray ready to go into the oven. Once they are all cut out and placed on baking trays, he puts them into the oven that was preheated earlier on and then grabs a sand timer that will tell him in 20 minutes that the cookies will be baked and ready. He turns over the small timer and takes it with him so he can join everyone to start opening presents.
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Rex sits in a circle with the kids, everyone between the ages of 2 to 15 is there. They all have presents in their laps, ready to be opened, the older kids and adults just have to give the say. Cody walks into the room, glancing around and smiling.
“Okay, you can all open your present now!” 99 calls out, he's the oldest among them and is everyone's uncle. All the kids start ripping open their presents, Rex feels a little bit of fear for Anakin's present when he starts to shake it.
“Be careful, ani. You’ll hurt him.” the twelve year old knight in training looks at Rex with wide eyes.
“Him?” he asks, setting the box down gently. He rips it open, hearing a bark when he opens it. He gasps loudly.
“A PUPPY!!!!” he yells, hugging the young dog to his chest. Rex smiles at his best friend's happiness, it was hard work keeping the puppy a secret. And getting it into the box a little while ago was tough, he had to ask Obi Wan for help. The older knight was surprised when Rex had asked him about getting Anakin a puppy, but agreed. He could see why Cody loved the guy. Anakin put the puppy down, pouncing on Rex.
“Thanks Rex, I love him!”
"Aw, he's so cute! What will you name him, Skyguy?" Anakin looks to his left to see Ahsoka petting his new dog gently on its head.
He smiles at her, she's only three years old but he finds her so enthusiastic and sweet "Hmm…" Anakin thinks for a moment, looking deeply into the puppy's eyes. "I'll call him Artoo!" He says, and the puppy lets out a little bark and wags his tail. Anakin feels tears of happiness well in his eyes as he hugs him close to his chest again, feeling Artoo snuggle into him.
After a few moments of admiring the adorable sight, Rex sees Stutter hand him a present. "Here y-y-you go R-R-Rex. T-T-This is f-for you."
Rex takes the wrapped up box from Stutter,smiling as he does so. "Thank you." He is only four years old, so the wrapping is a little bit untidy, but he is just so sweet and thoughtful. He peels back the paper to reveal a box with a lid. Discarding the wrapping paper on the floor, he carefully lifts off the lid to reveal a drawing inside. "Wow! This is so good, I love it. Thank you very much, Vod'ika!" Rex thanks Stutter, making him smile and then giving him a big hug. "Is that me and you that you've drawn?"
"Y-Yeah! We are p-p-playing t-t-together." He grins, happy that Rex loves his present. Stutter loves art so much, so any chance he gets to do something creative he will go and make more pieces of artwork.
While everyone is busy exchanging presents and making conversation with one another, the air is filled with a delightful and sweet aroma, making the ballroom feel even more Christmassy. Gregor notices that the sandtimer has almost run out, so he gets up and heads to the kitchen.
Rex watches as Hardcase rips into the wrapped present, he shakes his head. He swears that Hardcase is younger than him, not the same age. Hardcase finds a jigsaw puzzle inside, it's a puzzle of knights in shining armor, riding their horses into battle.
“This is awesome!”
“Did you remember to check who it's from?” Rex asks, Hardcase makes a sheepish expression.
“Oops!” he looks around. Finding the name tag, it says that it's from Jesse.
“Thanks Jesse!” hardcase yells to the twenty year old, who smiles.
“Your welcome, Vod’ika!” Hardcase laughs, he absolutely cannot wait to put it together.
Not a moment later, Gregor returns with some plates of his freshly baked cookies. Everyone's eyes go wide as he starts to hand them out to everyone. They always love his baking, especially his Christmas cookies, they are his speciality.
Rex runs over to Gregor, grabbing a handful of cookies. He runs them back over to the group, handing them to Anakin, Hardcase, Ahsoka, Stutter and everyone else in the group. Each person gets one for now to be fair, they'll have more once the presents are all done.
Ahsoka is next to open a present. She rummages through the various other presents under the tree until she finds one with her name on it. It's wrapped in silvery white paper with snowflakes and has a big blue ribbon tied around it. The tiny Togruta's eyes light up and the cutest smile graces her face. "Found mine!" Ahsoka exclaimed excitedly. She runs back over to her Ori'Vod.
Ahsoka lost her family about a year ago and Rex took her in, taking care of her and it wasn't long before everyone in the castle became her new family. She is so happy to have so many great brothers and cousins there for her. When they found out that she could use the force, Obi-Wan suggested that Anakin should be her mentor in her training to become a knight when she is old enough.
"Who's it from, Soka?" Anakin asks, still petting Artoo in his lap.
"It's from…" she searches the box for the label and then reads it out loud. "Rex."
Rex smiles at her kindly. "Go ahead, open it. But be careful with it."
Ahsoka nods and her eyes sparkle with excitement as she begins to peel back the paper, revealing a wooden box. She holds it and looks a bit confused at it for a moment.
"Here, you open it like this." Rex gets up from his chair and crouches down next to her, showing her how to open it. She then opens it all the way.
There's a little ballerina posing as if she was dancing. The lady is wearing a cute pink dress and has a pair of slipper silhouettes in the same colour as the dress. Her hair is tied up in a bun with a ribbon.
“I tried to get you a Togrutan one, but I couldn’t find one anywhere, sorry.” Rex says apologetically, he searched for one for weeks but they were always sold out or just didn't sell them.
"It's okay, I love it so much! Thank you, Ori'Vod!" She puts down the box and gives Rex a big hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. Rex chuckles and hugs her back.
"You're welcome, Soka. There is something else to it as well." Ahsoka looks at him puzzled, not sure about what he means. Rex picks up the box and shows her the little key on the back. "Turn this around a few times and see what happens."
"Okay!" She is excited to see what happens. When she lets go of the key, the ballerina starts to turn around as music from inside the box plays a beautiful song. Ahsoka is in love with this gift. "Wow! Thank you so much, I love it!"
"You're very welcome." Rex smiles at her and then she runs off to another room to carry on listening to the melody that the box produces, completely amazed with her present.
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She-Ra S5 E05 - Save the Cat
ARE YOU READY TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS ON THE BEST SHE-RA EPISODE EVER? SO AM I!
Sorry this took so long. I was pretty nervous to talk about this episode, to be honest, because I love it so much and was scared I’d forget something or wouldn’t do it justice. Don’t know if I still need to say this at this point (since it’s been so long), but there will be spoilers for the rest of the season in this post!
- First of all, and I’ve already talked about this in my review of Stranded, but I need to say it again: Just the premise that Adora is going back to save Catra from Horde Prime really makes their story come full circle: Back in the pilot, Adora left the Horde without Catra, and Catra has been accusing her of “leaving her behind” ever since. In Catra’s mind, Adora leaving the Horde meant that Adora didn’t care about her, and it’s been a huge source of grief and bitterness for her. And now, so many seasons later, even after Catra has hurt so many people, even after she’s asked Adora not to come for her, Adora is literally walking up to Horde Prime himself (way more dangerous than Hordak’s version of the Horde) and endangering her mission and the entire world because she doesn’t want to leave Catra behind again. Because Catra means that much to her. It’s such good storytelling! If Corridors was what started Catra’s redemption, then I think Save the Cat is what redeemed Adora in Catra’s eyes (or at least, what made her understand that Adora does care about her).
- I love how determined Adora looks in that beginning shot. That’s the look of a girl about to go save her gf!
- I thought it was a bit strange that the clones didn’t notice that Adora’s talking to the others on her way to Prime, but since Prime later reveals he knows her friends are there, they probably actually did notice and just didn’t say anything.
- I wish they’d kept that scene of Glimmer having a more elaborate flashback, but I get that they just didn’t have the time for it.
- I love how Entrapta just goes *heart eyes* at the many clones. And Bow asking if they’d believe they’re the inspectors 😂 - great way to bring back that gag.
- “You would never risk the safety of your Catra.” PRIME SHIPS IT. No, seriously though - Prime says he “sees all” (and we know he’s seen Catra’s thoughts) and he said “your” Catra. This, and some other lines in this episode, made me realize it would be canon. (Also, fun fact, because I watched some bits of this show in other languages for fun: As awful as the French dub is for changing that “Kyle had a crush on Rogelio” line to “Catra had a crush on Rogelio”, in this instant they did really well: In French, Prime goes a step further and says “your precious Catra” instead of just “your Catra”.)
- The way Prime touches his clones is so creepy.
- Entrapta asking Wrong Hordak (thinking he’s Hordak) if he recognizes her made me so emotional. I wasn’t even that into Entrapdak back in s2/s3, but the way their relationship was written in season 5 really made me ship it. It’s about the PINING, the LONGING, the TRAGEDY, the way his memories of her make him overcome two mindwipes... I’m here for it!
- I always wonder if it hurts Entrapta when someone grabs her by the hair. Since her hair is magical and all that.
- “We’re not keeping him.” “But we broke him! We’re responsible for him now.” Okay, I love Wrong Hordak. I love how Bow talks about ‘keeping’ him as if he was a pet. And I also like how Entrapta immediately realizes how useful having him around could be. Also, I love that they name him “Wrong Hordak” and seriously just keep calling him that. 😂
- “I don’t fight for the first ones. I fight for my home, for myself and for my friends.” I honestly really like that the show never showed us the first ones or Adora’s birth family. Not that it would necessarily be a bad thing, but I like the message that it doesn’t really matter where she came from - Etheria is her home and what she’s fighting for and that’s enough.
- “Of course, your Catra.” He said it again!
- “She hoped you would come for her, poor thing.” Oh, the angst is real, I love it! Just thinking about Catra (who’d told Adora to stay away) eventually getting so scared that she started to wish Adora would come for her after all... I love angsty stuff like this.
- Oh, that first look of Catra with the gelled back hair and green eyes is so properly creepy.
- When Wrong Hordak complained about the ship being designed “so that it may only be navigated by one who access to the hivemind” it reminded me of Entrapta’s castle that only she can navigate. I think some people have pointed out before that Entrapta and Horde Prime are foils to each other (especially when it comes to Hordak), so that’s a really nice parallel there.
- How did Glimmer manage to open that door when she’s running from the clones? I thought only the clones could open them? Is that a mistake, or is there some canon explanation?
- “What did you do to her?” Oh, I love it when Adora’s so worried about Catra. These two and how cute they are will be the death of me.
- Oh, Prime’s so creepy when he touches Catra... I love him as a villain, but I love to hate him, you know?
- “My place is with Horde Prime, Adora. I don’t want to leave.” Can we talk about the parallel between this line, and Catra insisting back in season 1 (in Promise, I think) that she doesn’t want to leave the Horde?
- “You broke my heart.” I mean, come on! That’s gay!
- Catra and Adora’s fight is so tragic because it’s the first time they’re fighting but both genuinely don’t want to hurt each other.
- “I’m not leaving without you.” Exactly what Catra wanted to hear from Adora back in The Sword Part 2 - You know what I said in the beginning of this post about their story coming full circle?
- “I don’t wanna hurt you!” “But you have already hurt me.” This is supreme lesbian drama, and it’s so good! (I’ve been waiting so long for a show to give a lesbian romance this kind of attention!)
- Adora’s terrified expression when Catra almost lets herself fall is so painful. And the way she hugs Catra afterwards... my heart.
- Catra and Horde Prime talking together is creepy in just the right way.
- “I always hated that guy in particular.” Hell yes, Glimmer!
- “She was afraid in the end. And she suffered. Perhaps I will make her my new vessel, though she would not last me long.” Oh, the angst hurts so good, I love it! (Why do I love seeing my faves suffer?) Also, this slicked back hairstyle on Catra looks kind of amazing.
- “Why did you come back? We both know I don’t matter.” “You matter to me.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Yes, tell her, Adora! Tell her you care! Don’t let her talk herself down like that!
- “Come on, Catra! You’ve never listened to anyone in your life. Are you really going to start now?” I love how this is what gets through to her. I could also just quote the entire dialogue from here because everything about it is pure perfection:
Catra: “You’re such an idiot.”
Adora: [smiling and crying] “Yeah. I know.”
Catra: [laughs]
Adora: “I’m going to take you home.”
Catra: “Promise?”
Adora: “I promise.”
Catra: “Adora...”
I mean, what do I even say to that? Catra affectionately calling Adora an idiot, the callback to Promise, how Adora doesn’t hesitate to say “I promise”, how Catra breaks free of Prime’s control... it’s all so perfect. 😭
- Adora just not hesitating to jump after Catra - that’s love, holy shit!
- God, Aimee’s voice acting when Adora cradles Catra... so good. (And that’s their childhood theme playing in the background.) Didn’t Aimee (or someone else?) say on Twitter that that was intentional since your most vulnerable moments make you feel like a child again, or something like that?
- Adora’s transformation into She-Ra gives me chills every single time. Best scene in the entire show, don’t @ me (or at least second best after the kiss). The way she cradles Catra’s lifeless body, Horde Prime’s taunting words, and then she opens those glowing eyes... amazing. And what makes it even better is that this is her first proper transformation after breaking the sword. We got a tease of it in Stranded, but this is when She-Ra really comes back, and it’s her love for Catra that enables her to transform. PERFECTION.
- “You miscalculated.” Yeah, you miscalculated how gay she is.
- Entrapta whistling Darla over like a dog is amazing. 😂
- Adora carrying Catra bridal style while that epic music plays... I’m living!
- Also, side-note: Adora’s new She-Ra look is SO MUCH BETTER than the old one! She also seems a lot stronger now - look at that fancy stuff she can do with the new sword! (I like the idea that the Sword of Protection was only holding her true power back.)
- That healing scene! Adora’s healed people before, but it’s never looked this gay. And Catra waking up and saying “Hey Adora” is just so fitting.
- That hug... I’m not crying, you’re crying. They’re finally together! And Catra’s clinging to Adora so tightly! 😭 Also, she’s purring! (When I first watched this ep with my sisters, one of them literally went “Finally!” at this moment - mood.)
- Hordak finding the LUVD-Crystal and saying Entrapta’s name also gives me chills. I also just realized that he thought Entrapta was dead until this moment - holy hell!
- One more thing I love about this episode is that their plan to save Catra actually worked. Because it’s a plan that seems so stupid and risky at first, and while you’re watching you kind of expect it to go completely wrong and expect Horde Prime to catch them... and then it seems like he does, only for Adora and her friends to turn things around and succeed. I love that.
- Another thing worth pointing out is the whole symbolism of Catra’s death and rebirth and how it marks the beginning of a new chapter in her life.
So yeah, this is the best She-Ra episode ever, I rest my case. Before I watched season 5, I expected it to be gay (I even estimated the chances of Catradora becoming canon at around 70%), but I didn’t expect it to be THIS gay. This episode went beyond my wildest dreams and expectations. Horde Prime saying “your Catra” twice, that whole “You broke my heart / Prime has set me free of that pain” talk, Adora being so scared for Catra during their fight and so determined to save her, the whole “I’m going to take you home / I promise” part, Adora jumping after Catra and cradling her in her arms, her love for Catra bringing back She-Ra, the bridal carry, the healing scene, the hug, and I could go on. Noelle said on twitter that there were two versions of this episode and the gay version is what we ended up getting - AND IT SHOWS.
This is when I knew for sure that Catradora was going to be canon. Before season 5, I gave it a chance of 70%. After those little hints in the first few episodes, I said 80%. But after Save the Cat, I was 100% sure. I basically already considered it canon after this. I kept wondering how it would happen, but the "if" wasn’t a question to me anymore - so I decided to just lean back and enjoy the ride through the rest of the season :)
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What do you think would have happened if pll and rnm would have cross over ( the characters) ?
I can’t speak for the other PLL characters (I’ve never actually watched the show apart from most of Tyler’s/Haleb’s scenes), but this is something I sent in as a question for Tyler for the Pretty Little Wine Moms podcast!
In Rosewood/#PLL, Caleb had to deal with some pretty bad people, in #Ravenswood he had to deal with the supernatural. How would he handle traveling to #RoswellNM and finding out 👽s are real? And how would Caleb and Alex get along?
I really hope that they’re going to ask him the question (or one like it) and we’ll get an answer from Tyler himself. 🤞
As for myself, I think Caleb coming to Roswell would be super fun. Thanks to spending time in Ravenswood, he’s experienced in handling paranormal/supernatural events. I think he wouldn’t be too surprised to find out that aliens exist. 
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Caleb and Alex meet at some IT/hacker conference, both stopping in their tracks when they realize how much they look alike. Caleb manages to play it cool, but Alex is freaking out internally. What kind of fucked up alien conspiracy is this, he thinks.
It takes Caleb quite a bit convincing that he’s in fact a real person, that he’s not some weird clone, and that he wasn’t set up to meet Alex. Once Alex has performed a solid background check, he relaxes a bit. They go out for a drink that night (being hit up several times bc people would love to “fuck with the pretty twins”) and they get along splendidly. So splendidly in fact, that at the end of the conference, Alex invites Caleb to come and visit him in Roswell. 
When Caleb and Hanna (and their son Aidan) arrive in Roswell, they fit in with the pod squad crowd right away (Isobel and Hanna become best friends on the spot, and Aidan is instantly smitten with Rosa, who’s at first slightly irritated, but enjoys being “the favorite aunt” very quickly). 
Only Michael’s a bit weirded out at first. Caleb really looks so much like Alex, but after a while, he relaxes. Caleb is very much his own person, and while he’s pretty damn gorgeous, he’s no match for Alex’s good looks (in Michael’s humble opinion). He’s also ridiculously in love with his wife and kid, and Michael decides to just roll with it.
Shortly before the Rivers/Marin family is about the travel home, Caleb pulls Michael aside.
“Don’t you think it’s about time you propose to Alex?”
Michael is startled. He’s been getting along with Caleb quite well, but they haven’t talked all that much, and for sure not about something personal like his relationship with Alex.
“No offense, but I don’t think that’s any of your business, Caleb.”
“I know, Michael, and I apologize for being so blunt, but we’re leaving soon and we didn’t really have a chance to talk.”
Michael nods. “Apology accepted. Still none of your business.”
“You know, when Alex and I went out for a drink that night at the conference, we got hit on several times because people thought we were twins. You know what Alex said every time?”
“He said no, obviously, but I know that.”
“Michael, he didn’t just say no, he said ‘I’m engaged’ or ‘I have a fiancé’ every time, while I showed people my wedding ring.”
Michael is stunned and is voice a mere croak when he speaks again.
“Engaged?”
“Michael, he talked about you almost nonstop that night. How much he loves you, how happy you make him, and how he hopes that things will calm down enough one day for you two to have your happily ever after. But you know how things are, they never really calm down. So why not just ask him now and marry him? You two are amazing together.”
Caleb smiles at Michael and squeezes his hand. Michael swallows around a huge lump in his throat.
“Oh, okay, that’s interesting. I mean, that’s good to know. Not that I didn’t know. That he loves me, I mean. I just never dared to hope that marriage would be something he’s interested in.”
“Believe me, it’s something he’s definitely interested in. Talk to him. He’s told me a bit about your story, and how hard it’s been for you to start communicating. But take it from someone who almost fucked up the happily ever after with the love of their life: talk to him, and marry him. You won’t regret it. Marrying Hanna’s been the best decision I’ve ever made.”
Michael pulls Caleb in for a quick hug.
“Thanks, man, I really appreciate your advice. Guess it’s time to unearth the box with the ring from the bottom drawer at the Airstream.”
“You have a ring for him and haven’t proposed yet?”
Michael blushes and looks sheepish all of a sudden.
“I bought this ring more than a decade ago. There never seemed to be the right moment to ask him.”
Caleb’s eyes, so similar to Alex’s, are soft and Michael’s sure he spots a tear in one corner.
“Oh Michael, please go get that ring, and then get your man. I expect an invitation to the wedding!”
“I can’t promise you that, if he says yes, I’ll insist we get married right away, but you’ll be invited to our one year anniversary party I’m sure Isobel will insist on hosting next year.”
Caleb laughs.
“I really like the way you think, Michael. I wish you and Alex all the best and all the happiness.”
Michael winks at Caleb and walks back over to Alex who looks at him, one eyebrow raised in question.
“What was that about?”
“Oh, nothing, he just gave me some interesting advice. What do you think, should we bid our goodbyes, get takeout from the Crashdown and make a trip out into the desert for some stargazing?”
Alex’s smile softens and he leans forward to kiss Michael.
“I’d love that.”
An inexplicable calm washes over Michael in that moment. He’s no longer afraid to propose to Alex because he knows that Alex will say yes.
They say their goodbyes, drive by the Crashdown where Arturo hands them a large picnic basked (Alex winks at Michael when he’s about to ask “I messaged Arturo while you were busy saying goodbye to Aidan.”), and they’re on their way. They stop at the junkyard, where Michael retrieves the well worn dark green velvet box from the bottom drawer at the Airstream, and drive out into the desert.
It’s been a beautiful day, and it’ll be at least another hour before the sun will go down. Michael takes the two folding chairs from the back of the truck (Alex laughed when Michael had shown him the chairs but Michael’d been unfazed “We’re not getting any younger, Alex, they don’t take up much space and we’ll be so much more comfortable.” He’s been right, of course.), unfolds them and places them side by side, facing the sun. Then he puts the picnic basket in front of them and gestures at Alex to sit down.
Once Alex sits, Michael pulls out the velvet box from his jacket pocket and drops down on one knee in front of Alex. Alex’s eyes grow wide and there are tears glistening. 
“Alex Manes, will you do me the honor of going to the court house first thing tomorrow morning and getting married to me?”
Alex laughs (and cries a little at the same time), bends forward and throws his arms around Michael’s neck. He kisses Michael’s face over and over until their lips finally meet. “Yes, a million times yes,” Alex whispers into Michael’s mouth, and Michael feels like he’s about to burst into a million pieces, he’s so happy.
They kiss for a while, reveling in the knowledge that they’re about to take another important step together. When Alex finally pulls back, he looks so happy, Michael can barely believe that he’s the reason for it.
“Please, show me the ring, Michael.”
Michael hands Alex the box and Alex runs his fingers over it. The box looks like it’s been through a lot. Like Michael’s been holding it quite often. Alex swallows.
“Michael, for how long have you had this?”
Michael squeezes Alex’s hand.
“I bought it the day you left for basic training, right after my release from jail. You remember, Kyle’s hub caps?”
“Oh, I remember. I was furious with you because of that for way too long. But Michael, you bought me a ring. On that day. Even though I left. I had no idea.”
Michael can barely stand seeing more tears form in Alex’s eyes. He takes the box from Alex, opens it, and takes the ring out. It’s a simple silver band that reflects the sun beautifully. Alex is mesmerized. Michael lifts the ring and show’s Alex the engraving on the inside.
A + M ♡ forever
it reads. Alex swallows when he thinks back to the broken boy Michael was a decade ago. And yet he bought this ring and got it engraved with what amounts to a love confession and a vow in equal measure.
“Michael, this is the most beautiful, precious gift you could’ve made me. It took us so long to get here, but we made it. Through a thousand ups and downs, through trauma and heartbreak. And yet here we are. A bit older, a bit wiser, and even more in love than we were a decade ago. I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow and call you my husband for the rest of my life. I love you.”
Michael slips the ring on Alex’s finger and kisses it. It fits and looks endlessly perfect on Alex’s beautiful hand. They are both crying now, kissing and laughing and hugging. It takes them a while to calm down. 
They spend the evening out in the desert, they spend the night in their bed in their house, and the next morning they head over to the courthouse and get married. 
When Alex puts one of his old silver rings on Michael’s finger (no time to buy a new one before the ceremony), it looks like it was made for Michael’s hand. They decide that they won’t buy other rings, the ones they have being a perfect echo of their past, and a beautiful promise for their future.
***
Caleb’s phone beeps to notify him of a new message at 11:07am the day after they left Roswell. Hanna’s driving, so he pulls out his phone and checks his messages. It’s from Michael. A photo of two hands clasped together, silver rings reflecting the sunlight. The message is short.
Best decision I’ve ever made! Thanks again, and see you next year!
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youngjusticeslut · 4 years
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Only Us
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Characters: Adora, Catra Ships: Catradora Rating: G Word Count: 3,025 AO3
“I want to say something. It’s been sitting on my chest all day, and I want to tell you. I do. I’m just…” She looks down at their hands again and swallows. “I’m scared.” 
“Horde Prime is gone,” Adora says, caressing Catra’s knuckles with her thumb. “You don’t have to be scared, anymore. He isn’t going to hurt you, not ever again.”
“It’s not him I’m scared of. It’s this,” Catra confesses, her voice cracking. “Us.”
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After the war, Catra and Adora still have a few things left to talk about.
With everything at peace, Glimmer suggests they return to Bright Moon and celebrate. They avoid the castle and camp out at the edge of the Whispering Woods, and everybody scrambles to put something together. Micah conjures a fire. Perfuma, Scorpia and Frosta forage the woods for berries, and Glimmer takes Bow and teleports back to the castle to prepare something a little heartier. Entrapta wanders off with Hordak not long after they arrive, and Mermista and Sea Hawk take care of the immediate fallout with the clones so that they don’t have to worry about it.
No one lets Adora do a thing, even though she insists several times that she wants to. Every time she tries, Spinerella shoots out a gust of air that turns her right around, and Netossa threatens to trap her with a net. Catra gets a kick out of watching it all go down.
The party isn’t anything elaborate. For the most part, they mainly sit around the fire and just share stories. Thoughts. Ideas on how to rebuild and recover and learn. Adora doesn’t let go of Catra’s hand, not once. She stays by her side and laughs at the jokes, shares her own ideas.
At some point, Catra excuses herself for some air. Between all of the tears, and the hope, and the laughter, she finds her throat going thick and is unable to breathe. Melog follows, and Adora calls out to her to hurry back soon, lest Bow start singing again.
Finally alone, Catra wanders. She strays into the woods that once scared her, searching for refuge. Thoughts have been plaguing her for the better part afternoon. Not sappy, tearful thoughts like the ones shared between the rebellion. Loud thoughts. Painful thoughts. Catra needs some time to process them, without all the added noise of the party.
“You get it, don’t you?” Catra says to Melog as she nestles herself on the grass. Melog presses their head to the palm on her hand. They do. She doesn’t say much to them after that. In the silence, her thoughts run wild, eager for attention.
She isn’t alone for long, though. Melog gets to their feet and leaves Catra, so she knows that Adora’s here. Catra lifts her head from atop her knees, her tail swinging slightly back and forth as Adora comes up beside her, carrying a plate of sweets in her hands. “What are you doing?”
“Eating dessert.”
“No, like, here. What are you doing here, with me?” Catra grimaces at how bitter the words sound outside the context of her mind; she isn’t bitter, or upset. Not in the least. “I mean, I thought everyone would be kind of all over She-Ra, wanting to celebrate and stuff,” she adds, quick as she can. She doesn’t want Adora to think she’s reverted.
“They are.” Adora takes a seat beside her, butterfly-style, and sets the plate to the side. “But you were gone for a while, so I went looking for you. And well, here I am,” she concludes, tilting her head to the side so she can better look at Catra. “Are you partied out?”
Catra collapses back on the grass, staring up into the night sky. “Something like that. It’s a nice celebration, though. You should go back.”
“Nah. To tell you the truth, I’m exhausted,” Adora admits with a shaky chuckle. “Which is weird, you know? After everything, I just got this rush of energy. I felt like I could do anything. But now… now it feels like I’ve been run over by a tank, and all I want to do is sleep.”
“Me too.” The exhaustion has been nibbling at Catra’s stomach for hours, now. Like Adora, when the dust settled, she couldn’t stop smiling. With Adora holding onto her hand, she felt like she could take on the world. It didn’t take long for her thoughts to start ruining things. A crisp breeze comes through and ruffles her fur, and she takes a deep breath. “Not just yet, though.”
“You look like you’re lost in thought. Something on your mind?” Adora pauses, and laughs. “Sorry, that’s a dumb question. After the day we’ve had…” she trails off, blowing out some air.
Catra shakes her head, keeping her eyes away from the stars in the sky. “I’m okay.”
“Hey.” Adora takes her hand. “Don’t do that, don’t close up. Talk to me.”
The words are so innocent, so simple. Talk to her. As if it’s the easiest thing in the world. A few hours ago, it was. Catra had felt like everything was different, that it would all be clean, and fun, and easy. That was before she let her insecurities take over. She always finds a way to ruin everything good, why should this be any different?
Still. She has to try.
After a deep breath, she tears her gaze away from the sky and looks down. First to their hands, and then to Adora’s face. “You said you loved me,” Catra forces herself to say, even though every instinct in her body yells at her to hold it in. “Why?”
Adora’s eyes narrow in confusion. “What do you mean, why?”
“I mean…” Catra’s ears tilt downwards and she huffs in frustration. Yesterday, she might have shoved everything down and walked away from it all. So much has changed since then. She doesn’t want to go back to the way she was before, so Catra forces herself up from the grass and turns towards Adora. “I want to say some stuff. It’s been sitting on my chest all day, and I want to tell you. I do. I’m just…” She looks down at their hands again and swallows. “I’m scared.”
“Horde Prime is gone,” Adora says, caressing Catra’s knuckles with her thumb. “You don’t have to be scared, anymore. He isn’t going to hurt you, not ever again.”
“It’s not him I’m scared of. It’s this,” Catra confesses, her voice cracking. “Us.”  
The worry lines on Adora’s brow appear as her perplexed look deepens. “You’re scared of us? I… don’t understand. We love each other. What’s there to be scared of?”
Catra makes an attempt to start several sentences in response, but none of them come to fruition. The words lodge in her throat each time she tries. She pinches her temple with the hand that isn’t holding Adora’s and tries to calm the frantic thumping of her heart. Adora’s going to hate her. She’s going to think she made it all up, and leave her, and—
“It’s okay,” Adora breathes. She places her other hand on Catra’s thigh, giving it a warm squeeze. “You can tell me. Take your time.”
With Adora’s blessing, Catra does just that. She can hear the faint sound of Bow’s guitar and what she can only assume is some type of accordion playing in the distance. The party must have calmed down a bit. Focusing on something else, something other than the choking feeling in her throat, helps her breathe again.
Once her words have returned to her, Catra takes a deep inhale and looks in Adora’s eyes. “I want to try something. I want to say my piece, and I don’t want you to say anything until I’m done.” She laughs nervously to herself. “Because if you do, I… I don’t think I’ll be able to push myself and say everything I need to.”
Adora nods and pulls her knees to her chest. “Of course. I’m here.”
“So… today happened. We said we loved each other, and we kissed. It was incredible,” Catra begins, her tail curling up by her side. “And everything I said today, it was true. I do love you, I love you so much that my heart jumps out of my chest just about every time I look at you. But never, not once, did I think there was a possibility that you could love me back.”
Catra buries a hand in the grass, refusing to let herself pull at the blades. Instead, she sets her palm on the ground and lets the energy of Etheria ground her. “Because how could you, you, love someone like me?” she continues. Adora is silent, beside her. She waits for her to cut in, to say something, but she never does. “Don’t you remember everything I’ve done? All the pain I’ve caused…” Her stomach lurches as she thinks about it. Salineas, in ruins at her very hand. All the people she’s hurt, physically, mentally. Entrapta. Glimmer.
“Glimmer’s mom is gone because of me,” she rasps, her voice hardly above a whisper. “Glimmer told me, when we were on Horde Prime’s ship. And I almost destroyed Etheria. So I just… can’t wrap my mind around how you could ever love me back. I’m not worth loving. Not yet.”
Adora grips her hand tighter, and she moves to say something, but Catra shakes her head and stops her. “I meant what I said, on the ship. I’m done hurting people. I want to be better, I want to be a person worthy of your love.” She narrows her eyes in determination. “I’ll help rebuild Salineas, and I’ll talk with Perfuma and learn to work out my issues. I’ll let Scorpia hug me, and… and I’ll even let Frosta deck me again, if she wants to.”
She means to finish here, but Adora stays quiet. Another breeze wafts in Catra’s face and gives her goosebumps that only intensify the cold pit in her stomach. It’s not enough. She has to do more. “Tell me what else I can do,” she all but pleads. “I’ll do it. I’ll do just about anything to prove to you that I’ll change, and become someone you’ll be proud to love.”
More silence.
Catra lets go of Adora’s hand and buries both of hers underneath her thighs. She can’t let her see them shaking. If Adora feels bad for her, she might forgive her. Catra doesn’t want it to be that easy. Melog sidles up next to her and nudges her arm until she forfeits a hand and wraps it around their head. It helps.
“I’m done,” Catra exhales. “Please say something.”
Adora doesn’t. Not right away, at least. She stares ahead, arms wrapped around her knees, her mouth in a hard line. Melog leaves Catra and shifts attention to Adora, wandering over and plopping down by her feet, mewling softly. Finally, the hard line dissolves into a tender smile, and she scratches Melog’s head. “Now who’s being the idiot?” she asks, turning to look at Catra.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Satisfied with the scratches, Melog closes their eyes and relaxes by Adora’s feet, allowing her to put her full attention on Catra. “Now it’s my turn to talk, okay?”
Catra nods.
“You act like you’re the only one who’s made mistakes,” Adora reveals with a sad smile. “I’ve made them too. I have so many regrets, Catra. I don’t belong on such a high pedestal, or any pedestal at all.”
“But—”
“No, my turn,” Adora reminds. “I’m not going to excuse the things you’ve done in the past. They were bad. It makes me really happy to hear that you want to keep taking steps to fix things. I’ve seen you trying, and I’m so proud of you.” Catra’s breath hitches in her throat as Adora reaches for her hand again. Once she has it, Adora presses it tight with both her hands. It’s a warm feeling, one that Catra never wants to end. “I meant what I said before, at the Heart of Etheria. I love you. You don’t have to convince me, or prove anything. I want you now, as you are.”
The way Adora says those words, it sounds so clear. Effortless. As if the thoughts that had caused Catra such agony for hours are completely unsubstantiated.
“It can’t be that easy.”
Adora takes Catra’s hand and places it on her cheek, smiling fondly. “Why can’t it?”
This time, it’s Catra who’s unable to respond. She can’t even allow herself to enjoy the feeling of Adora’s cheek in her palm. Didn’t Adora hear her, before? Why is she being so calm, so blasé about it all?
“I can see what you’re thinking, you know.”
Catra snatches her hand away and blushes. “No, you can’t. Shut up.”
“Sure I can. It’s written all over your face.” Brazenly, Adora pushes herself to her knees and takes Catra’s face in her hands before kissing her swiftly. Catra squeaks in surprise, the blush deepening. The spark is there, just as it was before. Adora’s lips are still soft, and they taste sweet, like everything she imagined. After a few moments, Adora pulls away and grins. “Stop thinking. Do you love me?”
“Yes,” Catra answers without a second of hesitation.
“Great. I love you, too. Can we go to bed now?”
“You go ahead.” Despite the weariness that hangs heavy on her body, Catra doesn’t want to leave just yet. If she goes with Adora, she accepts that everything is normal and they move on. The thing is, she doesn’t accept it. Not just yet.
Adora pouts, catching on. While out of tune with her own feelings, she’s pretty good at deciphering Catra’s. On a surface level, at least. She holds out her hand for Catra to take. “Come here.”
The invite is too tempting for Catra to resist, so she takes Adora’s hand and allows her to gently tug her into her lap.  Almost immediately, her frantic nerves and restless thoughts start to calm. Adora’s hold is warm and strong, and for the first time, there’s no potential threat looming over their heads. No more Shadow Weaver, or Horde Prime to think about. Just them.
“Today was scary,” Adora says, squeezing Catra’s thigh as she talks. “I almost… we almost…” she bites her lip and shakes her head. “But we didn’t. You helped me save the world.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Stop.” Adora grabs her chin, forcing Catra to look at her. “Stop minimizing yourself. You said you loved me and that brought me back. You helped me save Etheria. Catra, you did everything.”
Catra clenches her jaw to stop the tears, but her eyes well up anyway. Not once, in all of her thinking, did she consider it from that angle.
“We can sit here, and pick apart the past few years until we’re both broken on the inside, but I really don’t want to.” Adora strokes Catra’s chin with her thumb, a feeling so soft that Catra isn’t entirely sure that she’s awake. It doesn’t feel real. “I’m done living in the past. We can’t change anything that’s happened. All we can do is try to do better, and move forward.”
“I want that, too. More than anything,” Catra mumbles, craning her head closer to Adora as she starts scratching behind her ear. The purring that follows is immediate, and loud. She’s content like this. “It’s just hard, I guess. I’ve been thinking this way for so long, even when you said you loved me… I don’t know, I don’t think I let myself believe it.”
Adora chuckles, changing the position of her hand so she’s scratching under Catra’s jaw with a tenderness the feline hasn’t felt in years. “Do you believe me, now?”
“I think I’m starting to. What if I mess it up, though?”
“You won’t. We might make mistakes, and it’ll probably take time for us to figure out how to do this—”
“A lot of time,” Catra cuts in. “There wasn’t exactly a relationships course in the Horde.”
“How would you know? It’s not like you actually attended the courses,” Adora teases, yelping when Catra shoves her with her elbow.
“Whatever. All I’m saying is yeah, I agree.”
“Good.”
Catra expects Adora to pull her up and ask her to come to bed again, but she doesn’t. They just sit there, in the peacefulness of the Whispering Woods, taking it all in. She doesn’t know about Adora, but she can spend forever like this. She wants to spend forever like this, with her.
“Hey, Adora?”
“Yeah?”
“I like this,” Catra says, looking down at her fingers. “Us, I mean.”
Adora looks down at her and nods, pushing some hair out of Catra’s eyes. “Me too.” With a content sigh, she makes herself more comfortable in the grass, holding Catra tighter. “I didn’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this. I know things are going to be crazy as we start to rebuild Etheria, and then we have that interplanetary road trip to plan… but, for now, I want to just focus on us. To hold you, and kiss you, and make up for lost time.”
“Only us?” Catra asks, moving her hands to cup Adora’s face. 
“Yeah. I want to be happy with you. Can we try that?”
Catra’s purring grows louder. She leans forward and kisses Adora, just like she did in the Heart. The rest of the world falls away, and she sees what Adora means. It’s just the two of them there, and nobody else. “We can.” She leans her head on Adora’s shoulder, closing her eyes. “I think I’m ready for sleep, now.”
“Well don’t fall asleep on me.”
Her eyes closed, Catra smirks. “Why? You’ll carry me.”
“Will not.” Without ceremony, Adora tosses her to the floor, instinctively backing away as Catra hisses.
“I hate you.”
With a wink, Adora turns around and starts heading back. “No, you don’t. You love me,” she teases with a sing-song voice.
Right. This is so going to become a thing, and it’s going to annoy Catra until the end of time. But because it’s true, she can’t be too angry. So instead she just catches up to Adora and slings an arm around her. “Guess I do. But you’re still an idiot.”
“I know.”
That line will grow old, too, but Catra has time to think of some better ones. Plenty of time.
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admin-in-residence · 4 years
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Merci
Request:  Hello! Any chance we can get a one shot/fic where the reader speaks a foreign language besides English, and the Bad Batch decides to teach her how to speak English? They give the reader daily lessons on speaking the English language and help her practice her English speaking skills
This is a cute idea, I just hope I did it justice...and hopefully google translate translated everything correctly? I studied french briefly, but I remember practically nothing...translations are located at the bottom of the fic.
Length: 1757 Words
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When Commander Cody had called them in for a protection detail, Hunter had assumed it would be like any other detail the Batch had ever done. Go in, establish a contact with their charge, follow them around until the threat could be eliminated or deescalated, and then be on their way to some peaceful planet until the next job came through.
You weren’t like any other charge however...and by the sounds of it you’d be stuck with them for a long time.
“They have valuable information about the separatists.” Cody explained, “They came from a separatist's controlled planet and left everything behind in order to help the Republic. But now the planet authorities, the separatist council and the sith are after her.”
“Why can’t you just get the information and put them into safe housing?” Tech inquired.
“Well...we can’t really understand them.” Cody said, looking over to you.
You looked confusedly between the men in front of you, their language strange and foreign in your ears...what were they talking about?
“Peut-être qu'un droïde peut traduire?” You said, interrupting the men’s conversation.
Cody smiled sheepishly.
“You see...we have very little information about their planet or their language...the Republic destroyed most of it’s history after it aligned with the Separatists.” Cody explained, “We had a translation droid on it’s way, but they only have limited phrases in their databanks.”
“So why did you call us in?” Crosshair glared.
“Tech may be able to decipher the language and report back to us. He was the only person I could think of that may be able to help.” Cody said, “Plus, you guys can be her security detail. Just take her with you, decipher her information and then we can find safe housing for her until the end of the war.”
“The Commander is right...there’s not a lot of information about the language, but I think i’ll be able to figure it out eventually.” Tech said.
“Well then. I guess  we’re on the job.” Hunter stated.
*
The strange goggled man had managed to explain to you that they were your protector’s and had you accomony you back to the ship...that was only a few days ago and you were starting to get sick of everything.
“Les séparatistes construisent une nouvelle usine de droïdes, avec de nouveaux droïdes que vous n'avez jamais vus. Ils sont grands et dangereux ... ils peuvent détruire des villages entiers.” You urged.
“What is she saying Tech?” Hunter asked.
The strange man with the bandanna seemed to be the mediator, knowing exactly when you were about to lunge across the table to strangle the goggled man when he misunderstood your words.
“Droids...something about droids. I’m assuming a factory...but...” The goggled man said.
“Apprend moi! Apprend moi-e-english.” You willed your tongue to conform to the strange lanquage.
“English?” Crosshair asked. “She just spoke our language.”
“You want us to teach you english?” Wrecker asked.
You excitedly pointed to the big guy.
“Oui!” You exclaimed excitedly. “Teach-English.”
“That may be able to work better...” Tech said. “If we can teach her our language, she would be able to tell us exactly what she needs to...and even if that prove’s difficult, learning some of our words in her language may help me decipher things faster.”
“Great now we’re teachers? Count me out.” Crosshair groaned, walking away from the table.
“What do you think sir?” Tech looked to Hunter.
“Let’s teach her.” Hunter said.
*
The week’s flew by as you began your teachings.
The first lesson Tech had completed with you was important item’s, like food, water, and feelings, you were able to tell them now if you wanted a ration pack, or needed some water.
“Je suis fatigue.” You smiled to the goggled man, who’s name was not in fact goggled man but actually Tech.
“English please.” Tech smiled back.
You still had a habit of slipping into your language, especially when you began to get tired, or get super excited.
“Désolée, I am tired?” You apologized before raising your arms up by your head in a sleeping motion.
“Yes, it’s been a long day. We should get some rest.” Tech replied.
The Batch had landed on a simple planet on the outer rim. White sandy beaches and warm weather greeted you when you went for a walk in the mornings.The water was crystal clear, and you could see little fish swimming by the shore.
The next morning you went out for your walk, and in the distance you saw one of the Batch sitting in the sand cleaning his gun.
The silver haired clone looked up at you as you approached.
“Bonjour.” You waved.
Crosshair sighed.
“It means good morning.” You explained. “But perhap’s your morning is bad.”
You had become friends with most of the Batch, Hunter was patient with you, Tech was always eager to learn and teach, and Wrecker was just a big gentle giant. Every day you grew closer and closer with the batch.
Hug’s were a constant with you, constantly thanking them with a quick hug. And they had even begun to reciprocate those hug’s when you learned something new or memorized a statement.
But Crosshair had distanced himself from you very early on.He wasn’t willing to listen to you try to speak english, nor listen to any of your language. It seemed like he was always upset with you for one reason or another.
And as you grew closer and closer with the others, he grew farther and farther.
“No...it’s not bad.” The man said. “Go ahead and sit.”
You smiled brightly at him as he pat the ground next to him and you eagerly sat down before shuffling closer to him.
“Your awfully close.” Crosshair grunted, pulling back a bit.
You tilted your head.
“Close.” He explained, poking your shoulder and then touching his.
“I need space.” He said widening his hands futher.
Ah...he was feeling crowded by you. You moved back some.
“Thanks.”
“Merci.” You replied. “That’s what you just said to me...it means Thank you.”
“Well then...merci.” He said.
“You do not- your uncomfortable with me.” You said, trying to explain in his language.
Crosshair glanced up from his gun.
“No.”
“You do not like me?” You asked.
“No thats not it either...” Crosshair grunted.
“Hmph.” You sighed. “I do not understand.”
Crosshair chuckled as he looked at you. Your arm’s we’re crossed tightly and your eyes narrowed as you looked out to the sea.
“It’s always been me and my brothers.” He said. “And then you came in.”
Your looked to him.
“I thought that even though you spoke a different language that Tech would be able to decipher it, get the information and you’d be gone like everyone else.” He explained, “Uh...you understand me right.”
“I have learned lot’s.” You explained, “Keep going...if I grow confused I will ask.”
“Right.” Crosshair answered. “Well...it’s been weeks and we havn’t even begun to report your info. But my Batch. My brothers, they’ve grown close to you. They’ve accepted you into our family.”
You nodded.
“But one day, your going to finally give out the information we need and then your going to be gone...and my brother’s will hurt. I will hurt.” Crosshair admitted.
Yes, Crosshair thought, despite pushing you and further away you had still found a place in his heart. You cared for his brothers...and for him. You had created food from your planet for them, helped fix things on the ship...you were a part of them.
“Well...she doesn’t have to go away.”
Crosshair turned, finding Hunter standing behind the two of you.
“What place is safer then with us. We know her language almost as much as she knows our’s. Cody will stick up for us...the best place for you is with us.” Hunter smiled at you.
“So no more push?” You asked, lightly pushing his shoulder.
“La famille reste solidaire. Tu es ma famille maintenant.” You said, “Family stick’s together. You are my family now.”
Crosshair smiled, ducking his head down to hide it from you.
*
The Batch stood behind you as you greeted the Jedi standing before you. Cody and his general, Obi-Wan Kenobi had met on Coruscant to confer with you.
“You have valuable information for us young one.”
“Yes I do.” You replied.
“There is a droid factory being built on a planet in the outer rim. The droid’s being build are not like any you have seen. They are bigger and meaner, they have the capabilities of taking out entire villages.” You explained.
“This is concerning.” Obi-Wan admitted. “But do you have any proof?”
“I can only offer you my word. But perhap’s sharing a fraction of my pain is enough. My own village was a test subject with the new droids, they tore it to shreds, they killed so many, I was lucky to make it out alive with my family. But that is when I knew I could not allow this to happen to anyone else.” You admitted.
“It is thanks to my new family.” You gestured behind you, “That I am able to tell you these things. They have worked hard to protect me and learn my language to translate...but they taught me even more with their language so that I could tell you myself.”
Obi-Wan brought a hand up to his beard, deep in thought.
“I will bring this to the council’s attention.” Obi-Wan stated. “I believe it is in your best interest-”
Everyone stiffened as you waited for his next words.
Was this it?
Would you lose your new family?
“-That you remain in protection with Clone Force 99.  They have done well...and I believe they will continue to do so.” Obi-Wan bowed to you and then took his leave.
“Very good work. I will contact you when I have new orders. Get some rest.” Cody smiled following his general.
Turning around you launched yourself into Hunter’s arms, the rest of the Batch joining in on the hug.
“I’m proud of you.” Hunter smiled.
“We all are.” Crosshair butted in.
“Well...I did have the best teachers.” You admitted. “But where are we going to go next?”
The Batch looked at each other before smiling.
“How about you decide this time?” Hunter said.
“Well, I heard about this planet, Naboo! I hear it’s absolutely perfect.” You said, following Wrecker and Crosshair as you began walking back to the Marauder.
“She fit’s right in.” Tech said.
“Think we could get some armor on her, teach her to shoot?” Hunter asked.
“Armor, yes. Shooting no. Crosshair already did that.”
*
Translations:
Peut-être qu'un droïde peut traduire : Maybe a droid can translate
Les séparatistes construisent une nouvelle usine de droïdes, avec de nouveaux droïdes que vous n'avez jamais vus. Ils sont grands et dangereux ... ils peuvent détruire des villages entiers : The sepratists are building a new droid factory, with new droids you’ve never seen, they are big and dangerous...they can destroy whole villages.
Apprend moi : Teach me
Oui : Yes
Je suis fatigue : I am tired
La famille reste solidaire. Tu es ma famille maintenant : Family sticks together. You are my familiy now.
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Separation - Obi-Wan x Jedi!Reader
Storyline/ Prompt: Training simply cannot prepare you for everything.
Warnings: Angst, fluff
Pairing: Obi-Wan x Jedi!GN!Reader, more platonic versus romantic if anything
POV: Reader
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“Y/N, run, go! Senator Organa shouldn’t be far,” my Master cried to me.
I tried to pull him with me, he was simply too weak to walk by himself and I wasn’t strong enough to help. “Master, I can’t do this by myself, I need you,” I pushed through sobs.
“You have finished your training, you have already become a Knight, you don’t need me anymore.” Blaster started pouring in towards us, I ducked instinctively and Plo Koon pushed me away from him. “Go, I said. Y/N you need to survive, find Senator Organa and Master Yoda, they will help you. Now find them, I’ll hold the clones off.”
I wiped away my tears that were clouding my vision and ran to an air cruiser nearby, starting it and heading to Senator Organa’s ship, feeling that they would be there. As the ship whirled alive, I could hear my Master’s lightsaber igniting and blasters firing. I sat there, waiting for it to stop. Unfortunately, the sound that stopped first was the hum of the lightsaber.
When the clones redirected their aim to me, I broke down once again, beginning my departure to the hangar bay. All I could think of was how these clones were once my friends, how I once shared memories with them, now all they know is to kill the Jedi. I wondered who would order this, why they would order this? Maybe Master Yoda will know. 
As the cruiser gently landed, I saw Obi-Wan. “Master Kenobi!” I called out, his attention diverting to me and a face of relief. “What are you doing here? Do you know where Master Yoda and Senator Organa is? My Master told me to find them,” my words were fast, poorly enunciated, as all I could think of now was them dead, too.
His expression softened, “I... I have to go find Anakin, Padmé is going to Mustafar and I’m joining her. I’m sorry, Y/N, I can’t talk long. Where is your Master, anyways?” He looked briefly around me, trying to spot another ship, only to return his gaze to my now upset expression.
My lip quivered and eyes watered once more as I spoke of his unfortunate reality. “Master Plo Koon was injured when the Clones were ordered to fire at us, we tried to escape but he held them back as I departed here. I’m sorry, Master Kenobi, but he’s dead.”
His attention diverted to the sound of a ship starting up, “I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N, but I must go. I don’t know where Master Yoda or Senator Organa are,” he began to run towards the ship.
“Wait!” I cried. “Let me come with you, please, I don’t know where any other Jedi are.” He sighed and nodded, both of us now heading towards Padmé’s ship
As we approached, we slowed down. Obi-Wan pressed a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. As the ship lifted off, he nudged us both into a fairly large storage room on the white ship, closing it as he followed me in. “When we land,” he whispered, “I want you to stay on the ship. I don’t care what happens, but stay here.” 
I nodded but had a few questions, “why is Master Skywalker on Mustafar? I thought he was with you when you were out to find General Grievous?”
“Anakin has found himself open to the calls of the dark side, the Chancellor doing this. Palpatine is a Sith Lord, he’s been pushing Anakin to become his apprentice.” Obi-Wan was about to continue, something about Younglings, until the ship landed. We waited until the doors opened and some conversation could be heard before we left the storage room.
I stood back, away from the open door, as Obi walked into sight. He dropped his robe and began arguing with Anakin. All I could hear next was the sounds of fighting erupting, the sounds slowing fading as they backed away. I approached the exit of the ship and saw the Senator on the ground, unconscious. 
“Senator Amidala?” I spoke as I approached her, “Padmé?” I called once more. I dropped to my knees and checked her pulse as she laid there. “3PO? Do we have anything to get Padmé back onto her ship?” He wandered out before mumbling something to R2, only to wander into the ship again.
“Master Y/L/N, we don’t have anything to help bring her onto the ship, but I can lay out something for her if you can bring her up here.” I sighed and realized quickly I couldn’t lift her on my own, but I also couldn’t just leave her here. I considered my options before realizing I could try and use the Force to help me.
Gently, I place my arms under her neck and in the crevice of her knees, bridal-style. I exhaled and lifted, focusing solely on her and with my surrounding. I guided myself to the ship and placed her down on the bed 3PO made for her. I sighed and sat down, massaging my worn out arms. 
I watched the Senator as time passed by, waiting for Obi-Wan to return. “R2, try and see if you can find Obi-Wan.” The little droid beeped and rolled off the ship. Occasionally, I would get up and check transmissions, see if anyone has tried to contact us... or Padmé, really, since it was her ship.
I sat back down, next her, checking her vitals. It was so quiet on this planet that it was deafening. The only thing that I could listen to was the alarms going off because of the damaged controls. The silence gave me room to think, it pushed me towards the fate of the galaxy. I tried to ignore the cries that echoed in the Force, but there was nothing else to listen to.
3PO alerted me that R2 found Master Kenobi and that he was returning to the ship, but without Anakin. I double-checked the Senator’s vitals once again, paranoid that something terrible was about to happen to her. Obi-Wan walked onto the ship, an obviously upset face, he looked at me and tried to pull himself together.
Obi approached Padmé, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Obi-Wan, is Anakin alright?” She mumbled faintly, before falling back into unconsciousness. He didn’t answer her, only briefly touching her face for a second before walking up to the cockpit.
“What happened?” I asked him, joining him in the front of the ship. He sighed as he took off.
“Anakin... became a Sith. I had to defeat him, or he would’ve done so to me. I couldn’t kill him, but I believe he died on Mustafar from his wounds.” He brought us into hyperspace, before calling Yoda and Senator Organa. “Padmé is in bad condition, I found Y/N and we’re heading to Polis Massa to get her taken care of, meet us there.”
The Senator nodded before ending the call, just about the same time we landed. He updated the health staff on what was going on, returning to me who was still on the ship. “Obi-Wan, what do we do? There is nothing left in the galaxy for us, nowhere are we safe.” My voice trembled.
He turned the chair around that I was in, pulling me into his grasp, into a hug. “We will be okay, Y/N. I know you’re scared, but we have to keep it together.” He pulled me away a little and looked at me, “we will talk to Yoda and see what will happen to Padmé and her child, we will go from there.”
I wiped away my tears and sniffled, “we?”
“Y/N, you finished your training only a few days ago. If I can, I’ll keep you with me. Now is not the time to split the Jedi up.” His palm rested on my face and let his thumb rub away a stray tear. “C’mon, let’s go.”
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